Gillian
I laid my hand on my little mate’s shoulder, and felt how hot her skin had grown. When she turned to look at me, her eyes were full of desire, and straight up naked lust. She let go of George and launched herself at me so quickly, I was a little dumbfounded. The mating ritual was affecting her in ways we hadn’t expected. She’d never been this forward, this aggressive, this hot.
Literally, hot. Almost feverish.
Her hands buried themselves in my hair, pulling me down so that she could reach my mouth. Her kiss was hungry and aggressive, as though she were claiming me.
Or marking her territory.
The idea that she wanted me that way made me almost delirious. After handling her so carefully, as if she were something fragile and breakable, as if she were a scared and shy a
