No More Trouble

But to Callan's surprise, Liz didn't protest or push him away. Instead, a sly smile spread across her face as she gazed up at him with hooded eyes. "Is that so?" she purred, running her hands down his muscular back. "You are the worst, you know that?"

A wicked grin took over his features. "Mhm, I was born a scoundrel."

Liz let out a soft giggle, the sound sending a shiver of desire through Callan. "Fine. We can do it again."

"Good girl," Callan murmured against her skin, trailing hot kisses down her neck. "I hope you're ready for a long night, sweetheart. I have a feeling I'm going to need multiple doses of your special medicine."

Liz flushed a deep red, but she wrapped her legs around his waist. She had lost all control of her body. All she wanted, no…needed was Callan touching her, being inside her and pleasuring her.

[Oh, stop feeling like a bitter old hag and appreciate your mate. Look how beautiful he is], her wolf scolded her.