Lachian
The smell of licorice, spice, and her arousal is almost intoxicating. Rhea’s full lips are on mine. The sweet taste of her mouth causes the beast within to awaken. The tips of my fingers dig into the fleshy curve of her thigh. I want her, need her, in every single way possible.
My mouth moves down her jawline, then to her neck. Rhea drops her head back and lets out a moan that makes my c**k harden even more. When I reach her mark, I allow my canines to extend before grazing them over her skin.
“Appalachian,” she sighs.
My body heat is rising, and I grin as Rhea’s skin becomes flush because of it. Curling my fingers around the hem of her shirt, I pull it up and over her head. She removes her own bra, and I wait patiently before burying my face in her chest. My mate,
