MONICA

“Ah... yes. Right there,” I moaned, gripping the edge of the chaise lounge. “Fast. Don’t you dare slow down.”

“Fuck… yes, you like that, My Luna?” His voice came out a thick, animalistic grunt in my ear. He moved his left hand to my breast and squeezed it roughly.

With a roll of my eyes, I smacked the hand and snapped at him. “Shut up and do what you are here for.”

The young, broad-shouldered Pack guard with more brawn than sense moved his hand back to my waist,  clamping it tight.

A good sex with an experienced servant, that was all I needed. Greenwood couldn’t be the only...