Raj pushed me into the side of a tree and pressed his lips to my neck. They moved so effortlessly on my skin and felt so cool. I rested my head back against the tree bark and closed my eyes.
His scruff tickled my skin, and I pulled him closer. Everything about him felt so good. His muscles rippling under his shirt, his sweet butterscotch, the way he grabbed me and held me against him.
When his canines brushed against my soft spot, I shook in total pleasure. Just waiting, wanting, craving to be marked. My wolf howled inside of me, not able to resist his touch.
“Please, Raj,” I whispered. “It feels so …” I let out a small moan. “It feels so good.”
He gripped my hips, and instinctively, I pushed my body against his. He was so much cooler than I was. And when he licked the crook of my neck
