When every girl dreams of their first time, it's romantic. Roses, dinner, a bed of flower petals. Slow and gentle lovemaking.
Xander slid his hand down my side, his lips setting me on fire. We were still in the middle of the woods. Rhys was still prostrate on the ground in front of us.
But I didn't care. I sighed against Xander's mouth as my body reacted on instinct. I softened against him, yielding to my Alpha mate.
He nipped his way from my lips to my injured shoulder. The healed wound that made me one of them. Were.
His hand slid under the hem of my shirt, his palm hot against the cool skin of my side. I shivered.
"You deserve more than this right now." His words were whispered hoarsely against the fabric of my shirt. "But I need to claim you."
Rhys groaned, and ice coated me
