Sold To The Lycan King (Little Mate)

Imogen," Mom called. I rolled my eyes. All I feel towards her was pure hatred. "Take them away!" His demonic voice thundered again. "Imogen!" Dad called as he was being taken out by the hefty m

?" he whispered into my ear, fingertips lightly brushing against my hips. "Yes," I said, tingles running up and down my sides. My wolf purred. "You are." One of his hands trailed down the side of my body, and he grasped my chin in his other. "I'm not crazy, pretty." He brushed his thumb against my bottom lip, and I parted them slightly. "Unless you want me to be." When his fingers barely grazed against the front of my pants, I shuddered against him. My pussy tightened, and I tried to calm my wolf, who was raging inside of me, who wanted nothing more than to let him be crazy with me. Bend me over his bed and take me right there. Force my legs apart and press his tongue against my clit as I squirmed against him. Whisper all those dirty, filthy words into my ear, making me wetter for him. Hell, I wanted to plunge my hand through his hair and tug on it so roughly until he knew he was mine. Control yourself, Imogen. This wasn't the right time to think about all this. Don't give in to him that easily. I shook my head and stepped away from him. "I hardly know you." But I wanted to know him. "You can get to know me," he said, reaching out to brush his fingers against mine. "Asked those bothering questions, pretty."