AVA I felt my face heat up at the closeness between us. The last time he was this close, I had imagined myself rocking him in a way I never did with Axel. No, not even close. I pressed my lips into a line, lifting my chin as I gawk at the one and only Greek God of Werewolf High. His blue and green specked eyes didn’t blink, neither did he remove his gaze from mine. He’s panting, looking deeply into my soul and I can’t look away. My gaze falls on his plump bottom lip, and instantly I wondered whether it tastes good as it looks from the outside. Damn. What I wouldn’t give to run my tongue along his neck, biting his earlobes until they bleed. “Ava,” his voice came out low, husky, and so fucking sexy. Oh, fuck! I scold myself. He’s Hunter Ysrael. The play boy, fuck boy, asshole man whore in Werewolf High… But he’s also apparently my goddess-given mate, the one who saved my ass a couple of times and went all out to find a safe place for my parents to stay. For the past few weeks we l
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