Mae closed her eyes as pleasure rocked through her body. She clutched Vicker close, tightening her grip as if she could hold him forever. But she couldn’t. The mating mark on her neck said that she couldn’t hold him forever. She shouldn’t be doing this either. But she couldn’t help herself – there was something deep inside her that needed him. She moaned, giving herself to the pleasure he was pulling out of her. He suddenly pulled out of her and flipped her to her hands and knees.
She growled, busking in his rough touch. Her wolf pushed through her. Mae paused, confused by her need to rise. Vicker pushed back smoothly into her, but she sank her nails into his thigh. She needed a moment.
“What?” Vicker asked, leaning over her back, his breath hit her neck, goosebumps flared on her skin. “
