Chapter 46

He took his time, pleasuring first one nipple then the other, but it was really himself he was pleasing. The scent of her cream surrounded him, calling to his wolf. She was his. He knew it with a certainty. He didn't need to do the human mating dance. He just needed to convince Chloe.

His mouth drew a line of kisses between her beasts and down to her navel, a tiny indentation of whorled flesh that he couldn't resist tracing with the tip of his tongue. Jesus, she tasted good. Like a forbidden treat that he'd finally be given permission to sample.