Sarah
Sarah
With my arms locked above my head, a giant I barely recognized taking me with my back against the wall, the strong scent of musk and man invaded my senses until I was drunk on the smell of his lust, his flesh. He pulled my head close to his chest and I rubbed my cheek there, eager to revel in the call of my mate. He smelled better than any cologne I’d ever imagined. He smelled fierce and dominant, safe and mine. I nipped at his chest, hard enough to appease my own need to mark him, to claim him as he claimed me. And holy s**t, was he claiming me!
When I heard the growl I knew he was mine. Knew. The fact that he held out this long was proof of his strength, even over his hidden beast, but no longer. He was mine. His beast was mine.
Knew. beastYes, beast. That word had once s
