Elizabeth King
She wasn't sure if it was the liquor, the charged energy of the club or seeing Azreal rejecting any woman who approached him. It had to be something, there had to be a reasonable explanation for her overwhelming want, no need to jump him. Her body felt like it was on fire as she rode behind him on his motorcycle.
She could feel the hard muscle as she moved her fingers along the planes of his abs. Nearly panting she turned looking out at the scenery speeding past them trying to regain herself before they got back to her place. She needed to get herself together, and yet her body was screaming at her to give in. She wanted to rip his clothes off, to keep him captive in her bed while she explored his body.
Was this the mate bond? This had to be the bond trying to push her
