Grayson
We pass through the gates of the pack and I keep driving past the packhouse. She looks at it in confusion.
“We’re not going there tonight precious. I’m taking you somewhere special.” I tell her. I lift her hand and kiss each fingertip slowly. “We’ll stay there until this weekend.” I plant a slow kiss on her wrist. “And we are not leaving unless hell shows up on our doorstep.” I pull her arm closer and kiss the middle of it before I look up at her. Her lips are parted and her eyes are glassy with lust. I give her a heated look as I park the car. We are isolated in the forest on the far end of the pack. I unfasten her seatbelt and lean over to kiss her collarbone. “Any objections Layla?” I ask her as I kiss up her neck. She shivers and manages to say “no..none.”
“Good.” I make su
