Michelle can’t help but touch the hickey Shane had left her just beside the rough patch of skin that she wished he would bite instead. If she thought him scenting her was a lot last night, this surely did her in. It was hard to think of literally anything else but how deeply and publicly he had assured her that she was all his.
There was no question as to how it affected her. Her moan was loud and deep. She scrambles against him, her body begging to be touched. Her core clamped wildly against nothing while his public display hypothetically shoved other Alphas on the beach in other directions.
She was his, he told them. Only his…
After he eased her down. The flat of his tongue worked against her rough skin there. His hand covered her upper thigh where she wished he’d dip down between
