Breeding Cycle(40)

By: T.A. Grey

Oh God, don't kiss me she begged, slamming her eyes shut. Hot breath teased her lips and they parted, the traitors. And then she felt it, the press of his lips against hers. His lips were smooth and matched perfectly against hers. A hot pulse throbbed directly in her sex and her breasts suddenly ached to be touched. Then he lifted his head. It was over too fast, or not fast enough. Definitely not fast enough.

Her eyes fluttered open to see a darkness in his hazel eyes that wasn't there before, a dark, possessive glint that could only mean one thing.

"Please go."

He grinned at her, taking in everything, her flushed cheeks, her wet lips, her chest moving a little too quickly, and then he nodded as if he'd done a good job.

"Vane has sentries posted all over, especially near the guest cabin. So relax and don't worry. But remember," he paused at the doorway, the light from the street creating a golden halo around him. "If you need anything, I'm here."

Alison slammed the door in his laughing face.