Chapter Eleven

She was soaring. That was the only way to describe how she felt completely naked and in Conny’s bed, kissing him for all she was worth. Hell. Being with Zircon was better than flying. Better than anything.

She was starving for him. After that one taste she’d gotten that night of the battle, Jennifer thought she’d be free of the constant longing she felt for the big, sexy Wyvern. But it didn’t work out that way. Nothing ever did, she mused.

If anything, that one night only whetted her appetite. Her skin craved his touch, her Owl demanded his claim, and the woman in her had to admit, she’d never felt this way before. No man had ever had the power to bring her to her knees, much less make her want to drop to them willingly. But for him, she would do anything. Especially right then.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned when he lifted his head, ending the kiss.