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.

around my neck, her tongue in my mo

throaty little

my legs and on the next upward glide, and I slide her onto my c ock. I let her control the speed and depth. The weight of her sinking down on me is its

he ll.

“Again,” I rasp.

needs to be

moment, grinding 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 rub her clit on each stroke and her legs start

she’s clenching down, her body exploding around mine and me kissing her hard to muffle the screams she can’t

mindless at this moment and with so many wolves present, I don’t think

a gentleman.

she’s too sated to keep moving, it’s my turn. I press her up against the wall and piston. my hips. I leave one leg around my

pulse of her body drags me closer to the edge and when she lets go for a third time,

aftermath isn’t our norm.

from the grounds below.

a dead body ten