“And so do you… there’s a lot we need to do, Zaia, and for that, we need you at your best too.” I say, brushing her gorgeous red locks over her shoulder and placing my hands on her shoulders. I begin massaging her. She tenses, but I don’t stop massaging the back of her neck and her shoulders. She
ZAIA.Oh fuck!Pleasure erupts through me when he grabs my breasts massaging them sensually. My pussy clenches with need.Oh, he’s always been so good with his hands… but his massages… his touch… so damn good…I’ve missed this…I gasp when he kneads my breasts, his rough fingertips brushing my harde
“That’s it… relax and don’t hold back.” He murmurs as I whimper in pleasure.I’m lost in the waves of ecstasy, and I no longer care if I’m the one giving in as he plays with me, rewarded with my moans of pleasure.I gasp when his fingers slip inside of me, thrusting in and out.Delicious intense ple
ZAIA. It’s noon the following day and I haven’t seen Sebastian since last night. Every time I think of him, I end up all jittery again and I need to focus, not be lost on cloud nine! I don’t know where we stand or what exactly we are right now, but one thing I will admit is that last night… I subm
I smile politely and nod. “Thank you, Gaspard.” He reciprocates the smile and lowers his head respectfully. “I won’t disappoint you, Alpha.” “I know.” He stands up, bowing his head once more before he leaves the office and I sit back. His behaviour was… strange. But perhaps by mentioning the B
I place my hand on her head, brushing my fingers through her hair. Wake up, Valerie… Please wake up. I stare down at her, wishing she’d wake up. Come on… Sebastian heals fast… because he’s in touch with his wolf… I wish she was too. I sit down on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in mine, my
SEBASTIAN. I look across at Hugh as we sit silently opposite one another in a private room at a local teahouse. We brought the twins along, as Zaia wasn’t around. I didn’t want to leave them. They’re currently happily eating cake as I wait for Hugh to state the reason he invited me. I don’t think
He strokes Zion’s hair, and for a moment, he reminds me of a tired old man. “What does that even mean?” I ask sharply. He looks back at me and tilts his head. “It is not important.” I frown but say nothing for a moment. It is important, but he clearly doesn’t want to discuss it. “So, you called