There was a feeling. Luke could sense his presence—or perhaps it was how many times the women around him had been fucked, their personalities slowly shifting in response.
First, Nadia had invited him over when her mate wasn't around, under the pretense of replacing the hearth, only to stand there with her skirt raised and her pussy drooling for his cock.
Now this bitch had called him into her room for help with something Monica could have easily done.
Well, he was not complaining...not when something so delicious was offered.
With her hair lifted, he could see her bare skin clearly. The lacy bra clung to her soft back, while her smooth waist flared into wide, child-bearing hips.
The fullness of her ass couldn't be hidden beneath the skirt he had gifted her earlier.
She was a temptation he didn't even try to resist.
He stepped forward, fingers wrapping around the back of her neck before turning her roughly to face him.
