*Caution. Butt Stuff.* *Wink Wink*
Trinity
Thaddeus pushed the basket to the side of the make-shift bed. His shirt came off in an instant without warning. Lo pitched noises and growls came from him; the voice I had heard earlier still rang in my ears. He was talking to himself or to someone. Fudge, he isn't possessed by a demon, is he?
"My little mate," as sexy and deep the voice was turning my lower region to a raging faucet even though I wanted to laugh. Nothing about me was little; then again, he was close to seven feet tall, giving me ample room to grow if I wanted.
"Thaddeus?" I trembled. My voice had gone weak, a trait I wasn't known for, but damn I love the radiating aura this man was emitting. Is this what other wolves felt? The pressure on your chest to obey his every word wh
