RavenI tangled my fingers in his dark hair without even meaning to, aching to drag him closer and feel his tongue slip into my mouth.In those moments, I was driven only by my wolf and nothing else.His lips were so soft, so sweet. It was surprising, and felt so… right. So perfect. Like our mouths
There was jewelry, too—gold arm bands and matching gold necklaces, large dangly earrings, a gold circlet to be worn around the head, beaded anklets.I supposed that Lycan women did adorn themselves after all. And the stuff was pretty, I had to admit.When he pulled out a large pile of panties next,
RavenEmber pulled back her hood, revealing that she was a woman—and a beautiful one at that, with caramel skin, golden hair, and striking blue eyes.“I’ll be helping you wash,” she said, already ushering the men out of the bathroom.I still felt my face heat, even with just the two of us in here. “
Blushing, I quickly averted my gaze. I was no stranger to the hierarchical differences in the entertainment industry, of course; this was no different than the dynamic between the high-end models and the unpaid interns at one of the big fashion shows.I had ever been the biggest fan of that dynamic,
Raven“I have matters to deal with,” Neil said, striding over to the door. “Give her a tour of the castle. And don’t let her out of your sight.”Before anyone could answer, he was gone.I swirled my spoon around my bowl, toying with the stew inside. It was hearty and delicious, way better than I exp
It was hard to reconcile that difference between the terrifying prince I’d seen on TV and the man they were talking about now.But before I could say anything, Eric added curtly, “That’s why you do not deserve him. You’ll just drag him down sooner or later. He should have a strong and healthy mate,
Raven“Pervert!”Smacking Neil’s hand away, I grabbed the fur blanket off my bed and quickly covered myself, my cheeks flushing red at the intrusion.Neil, however, seemed utterly unfazed. He turned on his heel and yanked the shutters open, allowing the first rays of dawn—along with a cold breeze th
“I don’t give a shit what Lycan women would and would not do!” I squealed, leaping out of the way again. “I’m not cutting them, and that’s final.”“Damn frivolous Werewolves… Just cut them,” Neil insisted, still coming after me on those long legs of his. “They are just fingernails.”“No!” I backed i