Quinn
I stalked into the alpha suite. Her succulent vanilla and honeysuckle scent seized me. It drew me in like a homing beacon. Everything was alive, my skin buzzed and my fingers tingled with anticipation. She was in still in trouble even after her little stunt at the palace. I’d raced home and barely registered the road. I’d stopped off on route to pick something up. The weight of them rested in my pocket.
“Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the scent of a naughty one,” I called out.
Irina emerged from the bedroom. I locked my knees before they buckled. My greedy gaze roved over her. She wore a black silk negligee that clung to the round globes of her breasts and outlined her taunt n*****s. The silky material ended high on her thigh showing off her dragon tattoo. Heat blasted through me. This
