Chapter Eleven

“If we do this, we are starting something you may not want, Annalia,” Lance said, voice thick with his Tiger.

The beast wanted to shred him for even giving her an out but fuck his animal. Annalia had a right to know exactly what she was getting into. His beast was possessive, ornery, and he wanted her more with each passing minute.

Annalia smiled then. Her grin so real and wide, honest, and open, he felt his heart thump, thump, thump inside his chest.

Lance pounced. There was no other word for it, really. He wrapped her in his arms, spinning her around and crushing his mouth over hers.

Shivers of arousal zoomed up and down his spine at the slightest touch. But this, this was so much more than that. Lance was hot and hard, and so fucking ready for her, he fucking ached. His body trembled like a green cub as she pushed his sexy gray sweats out of the way. Her small hand closed around his hardened shaft, and he went cross-eyed at how good she felt around him.