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.

neck, her tongue in my mo uth.

tear off her panties and her throaty little hum of approval has my balls tightening like I’m ready to

ock. I let her control the

he ll.

“Again,” I rasp.

she needs to be told.

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 rub her clit on each stroke and her

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

so many wolves present, I don’t think

a gentleman.

leave one leg around my waist and

edge and when she lets go for a third time, I follow her into the

aftermath isn’t our norm.

filters from the

dead body ten feet away from us.