Maeve
I’d never felt such envy toward a mere name before. Who was Cathy Bones? And why did she matter to him? And why would it matter to me?
Blake ensured the horse continued to trot. His arm was firmly pressed against my waist. The delicious heat from my kidnapper’s body seeped through mine, and, to my mortification, I reveled in it. A blush crept over my cheeks when I remembered how hard he was against my ass yesterday when we rode together. I shouldn’t be thinking about the hardness of my captor, right?
As he held onto the horse’s reins, he rested his hands on my thigh. I forced myself to concentrate on the forest in front of me while warriors, some on horses and some in their wolf forms, moved around us. However, my mind was going back to him. His erection pressed against my hips. I
