Chapter 8

“I do,” Love said, hugging his lover’s hips with his legs and fascinated by the paranormal change in the shape shifter’s eyes that every second they spent watching him, the brighter they seemed to get.

Reth clasped Love’s hands in one hand, placing them on top of his head before going down, heading south...and kept going down.

“You don’t have to...” Love gagged as his member was engulfed by Rhett’s mouth.

Love struggled to free her hands; she wanted to hold on to something, anything, but the wolf kept a firm grip on them, her hips jerking, her eyes rolling behind her head; she was so close.

So fast?

Then he stopped, and Love realized that his sanity hung in the balance, as then unhinged thoughts ran through his head at the man’s boldness in stopping.<