His woodsy scent filled my senses, and my eyes closed as I took a deep breath, feeling him stop behind me. When he didn't move or speak, even in the mate bond, I opened my eyes to see him holding a single red rose before me. His large, calloused hand looked so threatening compared to the flower. Wh
He cleared his throat just as Tobias rounded the corner, handing me my glass of wine. "Thank you," I muttered, but my mind was locked on the idea of us having kids. What if they looked like me? What if they had powers instead of the wolf gene? What if they were born as humans since I had human pare
Joselin's P.O.V. Dinner was a tense affair. Cyrus seemed uncomfortable trying to manipulate Rona into getting information from her, but he didn't have a choice. She was obsessed with getting him to talk and spill his secrets. He was convinced she had actual feelings for him, even if it was only a
"Do you want kids?" He questioned with excitement laced in his tone, answering his question without needing me to ask him the same thing. He wanted them. "Would you be okay with them looking or being like me?" My eyes were locked on the wall across the room as I lay still in his arms, scared that
Joselin's P.O.V. The slow movement of my arm being pulled across the bed made me stir. I hated sleeping on my back, and being there now was awful. My body twisted, trying to roll back onto my side. But I couldn't move my legs, and my arms were over my head. I felt a brief moment of panic before I
Every order he gave me, every demand that crossed his lips excited me more than the last. "I had a vision last night." That piqued his interest, and I watched as he raised an eyebrow, looking so sinfully sexy that I regretted bringing it up. I couldn't even explain why I did. It was as if I wanted
My breathing was short pants, my abs tightening as I tried to resist letting him know I was close. I didn't want him to stop again. I needed it. I needed more. "I can feel you tightening about me, sweetheart. So fucking good." His cooing of praise made my toes curl, and I cried out when he took his
Joselin's P.O.V. My legs were limp noodles beneath me, even hours after my punishment had ended. Tobias had been kind and loving. He drew me a bath, rubbed me down with lotion, carried me downstairs, and sat me at the dining room table with a glass of water. I watched him closely. Every move he ma