13. Freya

Stroking up and down his stomach, fingertips resting on his hip was irrestible. If a kiss sent sparks down to my toes what would kissing the rest of him feel like?

That heady red-wine scent smells devious. It makes my mind conjure up images of gripping his hair, placing his face where I want it. Being in control for a change. He’s nothing like Phillipe, where everything had to be on his terms. My pleasure was assumed to be a result of his. Not even the mate bond can pull off that miracle every time.

Livi teasingly reminds me how his stiffening cock thrummed against my body after brushing past him in the doorway. He wants me but he’s fighting it. The idea of him giving in, just pulling me into his hold forces me to shift and adjust on the back of the bike.

Then I asked him to take me to Rising Star. His voice lowered, a hint of confusion. “I’d have to clear it with Alpha Cillian, work out to get you there safely but…if that was what you wanted.”

“I don’t want to go back to Phillip