Chapter 9

Whimpering at the light flick of his tongue, Pearl shivered, her core tightening. Whether the beautiful lycan heard her or just felt her reaction to him, she didn't know, but his hands flexed on her hips, pulling her harder against him, and he groaned, the sound so low she felt more than heard it. She felt something else, like she had known him, like the man was so familiar, like his magic alone was a pull she couldn't resist. She felt this way with Ethan as well. The pull was weakening her senses, like she belonged to his arms, to feel his warmth and passion.

Odd. She thought to herself. But she was lost. She needed him. Wanted him.

Bewildered with desire, Pearl's hands shook slightly as she continued upward, outlining the straight line of his nose to a set of high cheekbones, then to thick, slashing brows.

Who are you, stranger?

Ultimately, burying her fingers in his hair, she let out a moan as the silken strands slid through her grip. Long and thick, they had to