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

her panties and her throaty little hum of approval has my balls tightening like

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.

to be

turns-me-the-f**k-on because I can feel that she’s close. I angle my

around mine and me kissing her hard to muffle

wolves present, I don’t think she’d want her first impression with them to be of loud s*x with their enemy in her childhood bedroom.

a gentleman.

wall and piston. my hips. I leave one leg around my waist and anchor her knee over my other arm, spreading her wider. I lower my head to graze her nipples and

drags me closer to the edge and when she lets go for a

aftermath isn’t

the

a dead body ten feet away from