Jane

I can't wait to have him in a special place around the lodge, just like my wolf, Amber. We are both eager to be with our mate.

“What are you thinking about, mate?” he asks, then sniffs the air. “I can smell your strong arousal. You smell nice, sweetheart.”

I turn as red as a tomato and blush. Can he smell that? “It’s your fault, Amber. He’ll think of me as a horny bitch!” I mind-link my wolf.

“Are you not?” she scowls. “Stop bluffing. Both ...