No Going Back

The shock of his bite as Tara orgasmed had her reacting on autopilot. She bit the closest object. Tara expected it to be part of the sofa. But to her utter horror, it was the tattooed arm of the wolf who’d sealed her fate with his.

If his bite hadn’t put her in a place where she’d never return from, then her biting him was the last nail in her coffin.

Cal grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back. She could see her blood coating his mouth, like his must coat hers. She could taste it, and it was an experience she’d never felt before.

The pain now was all but gone. However, his knot and desire to fuck were still in full gear. Even now as he ravaged her mouth, with the taste of their blood mingling on her lips. He made her aware of every shot of his load into by pressing his knot into her.

Her body thrilled at it, eager for every scrap of attention, even as Tara’s mind blanked out with the rush of pheromones and pleasure. She’d been craving more of