Wolf Fever (Heart of the Wolf #6) - Page 60
Carol caressed his back, her silky touch stealing his thoughts, her eyes blue pools of desire that called him like a siren’s seductive song. Nothing else mattered but pleasuring his mate before he took her home to his pack, his people, his life.
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His Little Miss Nightingale was the stuff of legends, the soothing balm that stirred his soul. Together, forever, they would solve life’s little mysteries and make their dreams come true.