Ella At first I think Sinclair is angry, but then his lips part in a lethal grin and a growling laugh vibrates in his chest. He slides his hand over my cheek and around my nape, tangling his fingers in my wet hair. “Do you know what it means, to top from the bottom, little wolf?” He inquires ominou
I cry out in frustration when his stimulation disappears, whining into the air and glaring at my mate. I know he’s planning on doing the same thing over and over again, but this knowledge only makes me more defiant. Sinclair lowers his lips to mine, stealing a kiss as he croons, “Such a fierce littl
3rd Person There was a time when Lydia had dreamed about witnessing a Prince’s temper tantrum – mostly because she always imagined it would be her son, and she would have been so thrilled to be a mother and queen that she wouldn’t have cared about a childish outburst. Seeing a fully grown man, an A
His grip on her throat was getting tighter now, and Lydia dug her fingers into his hand, trying to pry it away so she’d have the space to breathe. “Please,” She begged. “I– I can still help you.” “I don’t see how.” The Prince scoffed, “if anything you being close to me is weakening public sympathy
Ella When I wake, my body is filled with the most exquisite soreness. My hand immediately leaps to my neck, where Sinclair’s mark is seared into my skin. Being claimed was the most intense experience of my life, and it feels remarkably as though Sinclair and I are no longer separate people, but tw
Alarms go off in my brain, but then it’s too late. Sinclair’s talented tongue swipes up the length of my sex, lapping up the wetness accumulated at my entrance and flicking over the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of my mound. “Dominic no– ohhh.” I exclaim, sighing as a fresh wave of heat consumes
Sinclair As soon as Hugo walks into the room, I thrust Ella behind me, a vicious snarl on my lips. My wolf is on high alert from having claimed his mate so recently, his possessive instincts spinning out of control and stronger than I’ve ever experienced. She’s mine. He thinks angrily, He shouldn’t
“Damn it.” I murmur, trying to wrap my head around this. “Dominic, what do we do?” Ella looks up at me with so much trust and hope, and I realize that she’s looking to me for the answer – the solution. This incredible woman, who has only ever been able to rely on herself and fix her own problems, t