Jiao parked a block before the house, relishing the scent of Chris on her skin. On her lips. The taste of him on her tongue. It seemed a sacrilege to erase it when all she wanted was to revel in the aroma of her mate. But Sheng would notice. Then he'd yell ? loudly. Things would get ugly and, cowardly or not, she wasn't ready yet to deal with it.
She wanted, hoped really, that her brother would come around on his own and end their fake marriage. Let her go free. Hopefully sooner rather than later, because like Chris ? my impatient and very sexy, wolf mate ? she didn't think she could go a day without seeing or touching him. I need him.
How did it happen so quickly? Who cared? The mating instinct drove her at this point, cajoled her to give in to the inevitable. To be with her mate.