"Is that pussy still aching for me?" Roman breathed, his thumb tracing dangerously close without landing. "Two years of being ignored and one touch from me has you soaking through your pretty little underwear.""I hate you," I whispered, even as my hips chased his hand."No you don't." His eyes locked on mine, dark and certain. "You hate that your husband never once made you feel this way. You hate that it's his brother who knows exactly how to ruin you."He was right and I hated him for it.**********It shouldn't have been Roman touching me, consuming me and making me scream things I couldn't take back.He was reckless, unapologetic and completely wrong for me.He was also my husband's brother.Yet one look from him dismantled two years of careful composure. One touch and every reason to stop dissolved into nothing.I should have walked away the night he found me on that couch.Instead I said yes.And Roman Clarke never stopped collecting on that answer.This is not your normal spicy, I am here to remind you that some cravings are worth every consequence.

He is my best friend's father, the Alpha.He is older, forbidden and completely out of reach.I have spent two years hiding my want and hiding every filthy prayer I whispered to the Moon Goddess about him.However, one summer in his pack house changes everything.Charles Reid doesn't do innocent. DHe doesn't do gentle and definitely doesn't do anything except exactly what he wants — and what he wants is me.God help me because I am not running.Why should I? He is the object of my most filthiest imagination.