Bad Love an Alpha’s Regret by Elise Sinclair

Chapter 98

AARON

Something’s different.

I can’t put my finger on it.

It’s Leah’s scent. Her taste, maybe?

Then I stop thinking and let my body lead. Or, more accurately, hers. She goes up on her toes so that hot junction of her thighs vees right over me. She rocks there, working the tip of my di ck until my eyes cross. Then I grab her as s and pick her up. She latches her ankles around my waist, her high heels digging into my a ss.

I like that.

And the scratch of her nails down my back. And the soft moans of pleasure that escape her full lips. She rocks up and down over me and that tiny scrap of satin between her legs needs to go. I don’t want anything between us.

He ll, if I had my way, she’d be na ked three quarters of every day, and all day on Sunday.

arms are around my neck, her tongue in

my grip to tear off her panties and her throaty little hum of approval has my

slide her onto my c ock. I let her control the speed and depth.

he ll.

“Again,” I rasp.

she needs to be told.

her tight body against me, seeking out her own pleasure and it turns-me-the-f**k-on because I can feel that she’s close. I angle my hips to

then another and she’s clenching down, her body exploding around mine and me kissing

hear every sound, but she’s mindless at this moment and with so many wolves present, I don’t think she’d want her first impression with

I’m a gentleman.

keep moving, it’s my turn. I press her up against the wall and piston. my hips. I leave one leg around my waist and anchor her knee over my other arm, spreading

she lets go for a

aftermath isn’t our norm.

from the grounds

body ten feet away