Chapter Eighteen
Viviane wasn’t sure how they made their way back to the ranch, or into the house, or up the stairs. It was all a blur as Pierce’s hands roamed her still damp flesh, and his hungry mouth fused with her parched lips.
Viviane had had lovers. She was a she-wolf, and she had needs. There had been a few lovers in her freshman year. There was this one guy from her Introduction to Animal Husbandry class that she’d hooked up with. But in the bedroom, he’d finished before she’d even gotten started. He was her first and last coed.
After Mr. Speedy, Viviane looked for her entertainment off campus. There was a bartender she fooled around with for a couple of months, a businessman she had a one, then a two, then a third one-night stand with. And then, in her final year, she’d had eye
