Chapter Eighty
His lips curled into a smile and he hooked a finger at her, beckoning her closer. She found herself moving without thinking about it, lured in by him like a moth to the flame. Her mate seemed like the pure embodiment of s*x. She tried to look away from him, but found that she couldn’t.
As she drew closer to him, she felt Drake come up behind her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her to his firm chest.
“It’s not his turn right now. He can watch.” Drake chuckled a dark sound. His lips brushed against the shell of her ear as his husky voice teased her senses. She shook in his arms as pleasure licked up her spine and through her limbs.
Abby leaned back against him, looking over her shoulder at Drake through her long lashes. He let out a soft growling like purr sound
