Benedict

Bliss. There is no other word for what it felt like to be inside Sloane, to have her give herself to me, to share something this special with her, than bliss.

Hearing her scream my name as she came, I was barely able to pull out in time. All I wanted was to stay buried inside her, emptying myself inside her, sinking my canines into her neck and making her mine.

Marrok is very clear in my head. Sloane and Aisling are ours. He will never tolerate another she-wolf in our lives or in my ...