Maeve
The Mist forest was eerily beautiful with ancient trees whose gnarled branches extended till the sky. The sleek furs of the warriors in their wolf forms glistened in the faint light filtering through the canopy above us as they moved with focus, watchful like predators. Their golden eyes glinted with anticipation.
This time, sitting with Blake was better. With one hand wrapped around my waist and one holding the reins, he made sure I was always pressed against his chest. He would sometimes lower his face to lick my mark, and delightful tingles would run down my spine to my core. The bastard knew what he was doing, yet he did it until I moaned.
“Can you stop it?” I hissed. My panties were soaked wet and my body was cruising with desire. Not me. My body.
“No,” he replied without sh
