Francine was deep in a dream, one filled with the tantalizing presence of two incredibly attractive men who were pleasuring her in ways she never thought possible. However, her dream was abruptly interrupted by the shrill sound of a ringing phone.
Her body was still aching from the mysterious force that had hit her when she tried to enter the pack house. To make matters worse, she was still in the throes of her heat, and her sensual dream had done nothing to quell the fire burning within her.
She was frustrated that her enticing dream had been cut short before reaching its climax. She was physically sore from what felt like a shock of ten thousand volts of electricity, and she was overwhelmingly aroused.
Then there was Jacob. Her feelings for him were a whirlwind of emotions that left h
