The beast pulled his front paw and hind leg off of me, giving me a brief reprieve from the overwhelming heat, but in no way, was he allowing me to get up. I knew because his canines scraped against the soft flesh of my neck.

Searing heat shot through my belly.

In my head, my Wolf pawed at the ground and shook her ass at him. She wanted his attention.

Oh, we had it…

Leander’s Wolf focused on the skin of my shoulder, his warm tongue flickering out to taste my flesh.

I inhaled sharply.

With purpose, he shifted position slightly and began to lick down my spine.

My breathing...