Lexi C. Foss

pulsating with need, his knot a beacon I long

“Don’t fight it, kitten,” I told her softly, nuzzling the curls between her thighs. “Your body was made for mine. Let me show you.”

I’m in charge.

This is my Alpha.

I will not share.

Gorgeous, delicate, yet sharp.” His finger slid along my jaw. “You just need to bloom, Katriana.”

“I need you to come back to me, kitten.” He kissed me softly. “I miss your little claws.”

“Dušan, this is my Katriana.”

“Is it our room?”

He pressed his forehead to mine. “Yes, Katriana. Everything I own is yours, making it ours.”

“There was never a choice,” I replied, arching my hips. “We both know that.”

Domestication looks good on you, Ander.”

“I know you can understand me, kitten.”

She growled as if to remind me of her wolf status.

I smirked. “Still a kitten to me, baby.”