Brandon slowly rolled over and faced Emma. He bent forward and began to whisper some romantic words into her ear as his fingers lightly grazed over her sensitive n!pples, teasing the soft peak of her brea*t in a gentle, unhurried way. His touch was light, yet it stirred something deep within her wolf. She kept giggling sheepishly, her wolf easing as though all her worries had faded away, leaving her feeling bold, playful, and completely drawn to her mate.
"Remember that crazy thing I told you the day I came to your pack house?" he whispered. She smiled and shook her head.
"I told you that I have a lot of naughty thoughts each time I look at you."
"Yes, yes, I remember!"
"When I looked at you, I felt like taking you away from your parents, giving you a mother and a home where I could always visit you every moonend and spend the whole moonend with you…and of course…be with you in every way.
