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.

his voice rough as sand scraping across piano keys. “Can you feel it? Flex says he’s worn down all his claws just for you. Now all he wants…” His lips trailed lower, nipping at her nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt, “…is to be the black hole in your galaxy–something that never lets

universe felt small; his heartbeat thudded against her ear, his breath wrapped around her soul, and even the stars seemed to shimmer

her voice low and intimate. “Then I’ll be your supernova–blasting every last bit

burst into laughter, scooped her into his arms, and carried her downstairs

sped

out of the car, they couldn’t strip each other

Landon’s tie; his suit jacket fell to the ground, and his shirt buttons popped free under

about to fall behind. With one tug, her silk blouse ripped into shreds; her

him in waves, pulling a growl from deep in his throat. He bent down, kissed along her collarbone, and ran his tongue across her skin, leaving

forward, her lips traveling from his jaw to his throat. Her h grazed his collarbone, making his chest rise and fall;

the sea of consciousness, Emma’s White Wolf let out a soft whimper, gently biting Flex’s ear, urging him to claim her; Flex responded with a stroke of his ink–black claws down her back–tender, yet laced with

the living room, never breaking 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

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of his muscles.