Scarlett
Rhodes is looking at me, still wearing that face of want. He also looks pained, and I realize it’s from holding himself back.
He is waiting for my consent.
I swallow thickly, then say, “I...I want you.”
He’s on me in a blink, massive hands pinning my wrists to the mossy floor. The vines writhe underneath me like they’re awake, responding to the wolves on top of them. But all I can think about is how Rhodes’ ice-blue eyes burn into mine.
“I want you too,” he says, painfully beautiful in a way that makes my s*x swell with even more need. His size alone makes my thighs clench in anticipation. That face on top it all? Death combination.
I want Rhodes inside me, but...shit.
Is this really such a good idea? He is a f*****g Lycan while I’m a werewolf. s*x might be painful!
“I...
