Young, fiery and hungry, Oriana Romano thirsts for freedom from under her family's thumb. It wasn't her fault that she was the first hybrid. After an especially bad fight, she decides to run away from her ivory tower under a new name and go to the land of opportunity. New York City.
She didn't expect to meet Robin Scott, a widower from NYC's very own Wolfpack. With danger around every corner, what happens when he finds out who she really is?
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With Olivia being the source of his wolf's desires, having her so close, knowing that she was dreaming of him too, made the entire night restless and unfulfilling. 
His wolf wanted to touch her, feel her soft skin, see her wild hair splayed out across the sheets. Hear those delicious noises of pleasure. Robin's body responded to those thoughts.
That guttural voice inside of him whined. "We need to take what is ours," it cried. "Stop denying me." 

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane is created by Anacostia Miller, an eGlobal Creative Publishing author.

Honeysuckles and Wolfsbane

I couldn’t fucking take it any longer. 


“If you don’t do something, I’m going to do it myself,” I shouted, hating how my body was crying out for attention. But I knew that it wasn’t enough for me to take matters into my own hands.


“Ask nicely,” he teased, the bed dipping as he knelt between my parted thighs. My body quivered at his closeness, but he still didn’t touch me.


I whined loudly, my hips having a mind of their own as I arched, trying to press myself against him. “Touch me right fucking now,” I hissed, growing annoyed.


Robin only seemed to find that funny, “that’s not very nice, but if you insist.”


My body was not prepared for his mouth when he descended on me. I screamed as he lavishly stroked the neediest part of my body. I wanted to cry out for him to stop, but not really. My mind turned to mush, and my mouth fell slack as a slew of swear words escaped me. 


Chapter 36: Amante