Jane
I never imagined I’d spend two nights in my mate’s bed. Vishal was unbelievably sweet, and the way he pleasured me left me sore, too sore to even stand.
Lazily, I stared at him sleeping peacefully, admiring the beauty of a man who felt like God’s own creation. Too handsome. Too perfect. And somehow, he was mine.
This man that every woman would want - he chose me.
My mate.
“I suppose you’re satisfied with the way you got f****d,” Amber’s voice slithered into my thoughts. “It’s my turn now.”
What was she talking about?
“What do you mean, Amber?” I asked my wolf. “I don’t understand what you want.”
She laughed in a way that made me nervous. “Stop acting like you don’t know, Jane. You hear me perfectly. Don’t be selfish. We both share this mate. He’s not just yours. I want my time
