THE ROGUES

RAMON

My fingers dig into the backs of Hazel's thighs. Her soft skin is set on fire, and the smell of her is absolutely intoxicating. I want her. All of her. My wolf is itching to claim her as his own, and show her exactly why she's mine. I'd like to bend her over every piece of furniture in this house, and so many other places.

The strain in my pants is getting harder to ignore, and seeing her like this is making it worse. I shouldn't have waited this long. I should have claimed her the night I met her. Pressing my nose to her panties, I hear her take in a sharp breath, and it satisfies me. Hazel will never admit it, but she's afraid. I can see it in her eyes.

My tongue darts out and wets my lips. Slowly, I trail my eyes up her body. I crave her. I desperately want to see her exposed and underneath me, baring herself to me. Our eyes lock, and I watch her tremble as I inch closer to where she's aching. The aroma she's putting off is enough to drive any man to his knees for her. I want