Gideon
I stumbled into a fever dream shared with no other than Riva. I had not had s*x with anyone in more than a year and not with anyone other than Suzanne since I had claimed her as my mate. I was with one woman for almost ten years, and I was only a kid before that.
Yet, the dream was vivid and intensely s****l.
Other wolves were sniffing Riva. Their muscles were tense, and low growling escaped their throats. Something about her scent was driving them insane, but I held back and watched her face instead. Of course, I wouldn’t pretend that I had not scanned her body. The witch was beautiful, and that proud tilt of her chin showed that she had always known this as a fact, but didn’t have to flaunt it in sexy clothes. Riva was more of a jeans and shirt kind of woman. But the
