"Do you know, love," he asked tickling one ear and then the other, "what's it's like to be the Alpha and have a wolf in your pack you can't catch?"

"I had a head start," I pleaded watching the slender piece of grass hovering over my neck, "and I'm the Alpha, too."

On my sensitive neck the sensation would unhinge me and Joel grinned playfully above me.

"I can catch every member of my pack in a foot race," he said punctuating each word with a light swipe down my neck.

It tickled, it itched, and it absolutely had to stop. Once he'd drawn a line, the flesh felt tingly...