When you hold the future of your pack in your hands but all you know is violence, you find an angel to guide you. Then you claim her—heart, body, and soul. An assassin is meant to walk alone. I did for thousands of years, living in the shadows and leaving […]
The woman’s heavily accented voice wrapped around him and tightened his body. He couldn’t place where she was from, but the rich cadence sounded both rough and sensual. A quick glance showed a pair of open-toed, high-heeled shoes on either side of his hips. Pink nail polish covered the nails of delicate toes he had the sudden urge to nibble on. He let his gaze travel higher. Lightly tanned skin stretched over muscled calves he wouldn’t mind licking either.