CHAPTER 109. Lights, Action – Part 4 (Double 31)

  ~ RIG ~

  Holy motherfucking shit in a sandwich.

  My wolf was going fucking nuts.

  When Cara ducked down, hands on her knees, then started drawing her ass back up my legs, rippling like some kind of goddamn water goddess, a strangled groan broke in my throat.

  My mouth was open, my breath panting as she slid back up until her hips were in my hands and I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t. I gripped her, grinding against her, my lips in her hair.

  “Fuck, Cara…”

  She leaned her head back, eyes closed and lifted her hands up to lace her fingers behind my neck and then she rolled her hips again and my wolf ignited, snarling, snapping, demanding her.

  All thoughts of keeping up appearances, all concerns about security or the pack or anything that wasn’t her skin against mine flew out of my head as my soul went to war with my wolf, while my body dueled my mind.