Chapter Fourteen

An uproarious applause welcomed his mate onto the stage, and pride shot through him. He whistled and clapped with the rest of them, noting with joy the faint blush along her cheeks.

Lance was mesmerized. When she spoke, Anna showed humility and gratitude, downplaying her role in the other Battles video games that he himself had spent many an hour playing. But it didn’t matter, the fans knew his mate, and they loved her.

An hour of her speaking then answering questions from the crowd flew by, but Lance was so enraptured by her sincerity, and of course, her adorable bashfulness, he could not tear his eyes away. Her curls bounced whenever she laughed or shrugged, shooting his mind straight to the gutter.

He couldn’t wait to see them bouncing with her on top of him. Just picturing her riding him was making him so hard, he damn near burst through his pants.

But once he got started, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He wanted her. Always would.