Little Wolf

As much as Ivory felt the pull to her mate, she was still rather inexperienced when it came to self-confidence in pleasing him. She had finally decided to accept the mate bond and not push him away. So now as he carried her into the shower and set her on her feet, she swallowed her fear. Standing on the tips of her toes, her lips tenderly parted and she tasted her own fluid plastered on his chin. Both she and her wolf enjoyed the growl that escaped his chest.

Ivory started to kiss a trail under his jaw and down his neck, raking her teeth over her bite mark. She kneeled slowly as her lips worshiped his well-defined abs. Cullen had an eight-pack that ended with a perfectly chiseled V etched on his well-muscled torso.

“What are you doing, little wolf?” Cullen half growled as he felt Ivory’s hand sprayed on his thigh. Cullen knew Ivory was still skittish about this level of intimacy.

“Shush,” Ivory hissed as her tongue darted over the tip of his hardened length. She watched his fac