Maisie
"I... I don't know," I whispered, trying to maintain my defenses, but the pull was overwhelming.
His hand on my belly tightened, his fingers tracing up along my ribs, dragging Quinlan's shirt even higher until my bare back was pressed to his burning torso.
My back arched as I exhaled harshly, dropping my head back into the pillows, and his lips pressed hard against Quinlan's mark.
A fever broke out under my skin, forcing a shiver from me. My pulse was roaring in my ears and my breath came in ragged, helpless hitches. He pulled on the mark and I moaned softly, pushing back against him at the wonderful sensation.
His hardness pressed flush into the curve of my butt and my inner walls spasmed so violently, we both groaned.
Jericho's was harsher and layered, his breath coming in hot, shallow rasps against my skin. I felt teeth. And I felt claws on my skin. His Lycan was lurking, and rather than make me pause, the haze of danger rolling off him made me wanton.
