Nola Reynolds

The king’s lips pressed into mine a split second before I realized and snapped my eyes shut, feeling the soft line of his lips press into mine as his tongue darted into my mouth.

”Nola,” The Lycan called softly, and I moaned at the lilt of my name as his deep baritone rumbled in my ear.

I felt the width of his palm lace through my hair gently before he deepened the kiss, pulling me lushly against him so that his shaft pressed heavily into me, the thick girth of his length rubbing against my midriff so that I humped back in return, unable to control the pull...