Rhodes
Rina moans before I’ve even touched her.
She’s already straddling my lap, naked, while kissing the front of my throat and my Adam’s apple like she’s trying to rub off her scent on me. Her hands are all over me. Manicured nails scraping my chest. Breasts pressing against my shirt. Hands already trying to get to my muscles.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she purrs. “You don’t know what the heat is doing to me.”
I do.
Every female in the Storm Pack has been throwing looks since the cycle began. The mate hunt is coming up and their scents are heavy in the halls, thick like honey. I’m used to it. I’ve had them all, if not in body, then in opportunity.
As the Lycan King there’s no shortage of women wanting to bed me. During the mate hunt they all want me to claim them as my temporary
