Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 413 Tonight the Queen Rides First

In the sea of consciousness,

ox’s Obsidian Crystal Wolf could no longer hold back. It bounded across the

starmap mirage, pouncing on Emma’s White Wolf.

The two wolves wrestled and licked each other in the spiritual realm; Flex’s claws hooked around Emma’s neck–but the moment he touched her gland, his grip softened.

He brushed her fur again and again with his wolfish kisses–mirroring the gentleness Landon showed in the real world, never willing to hurt her.

Tessa whimpered into the kiss, her hands gripping the lapels of his suit and yanking on his tie; her fingernails dug into the skin at the nape of his neck, drawing out a growl from deep within his chest.

When Landon finally pulled back, her lips were swollen and glistening, her eyes rimmed with unshed tears. Even her pheromones were thick with desire–lily of the valley sweetened by lust, weaving together with the scent of pine into a dense web that filled the observatory.

he’s worn down all his claws just for you. Now all he wants…” His lips

after them. For a moment, the entire universe felt small; his heartbeat thudded against her ear,

line of his brow, her voice low and intimate. “Then I’ll be your supernova–blasting

laughter, scooped her into his arms, and carried her downstairs toward the

roared as Landon sped them back to Wisteria

they got out of the car, they couldn’t

to the ground, and his shirt buttons popped free under her impatient fingers,

fall behind. With one tug, her silk blouse ripped into shreds; her lace lingerie -shimmered faintly in

in his throat. He bent down, kissed along her collarbone, and ran his tongue across her skin, leaving behind a trail of heat

the floor of the apartment kissed him aggressively with every step forward, her lips traveling from his jaw to his throat. Her h grazed his collarbone, making his chest rise and fall; the scent of pine practically smoldered between

him to claim her; Flex responded with a stroke of his ink–black claws down her back–tender, yet laced with

contact. Landon’s hands slid over her waist, his thumb brushing the edge of her ribs. In return, she dragged her nails across his abs, tracing the carved

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the Queen

of his muscles.