Happy Sunday, folks. I'm bringing you another hot seven from my Christmas story For the love of Mutt. It's a continuation from last week. If you've missed it, you can read last week's HERE.
So without further ado, here are your seven:
Dream-lover's earthy scent had surrounded her and pitched her need for his touch even higher. Not the expensive colognes she was used to from Declan—no, this was pure aroused male—earthy, spicy, with just a hint of sweat and that indefinable something that had made her want to retaliate and sink her teeth into his skin and taste him. Lord only knew where that thought had come from. She'd bucked and writhed underneath him when he'd flattened her nipple against the roof of his mouth. Every suck, nip, and bite seemed to have an invisible string to her clit. Her pussy had spasmed, her juices had coated her thighs, and she'd moaned and begged for him to get her off like some sort of wanton woman. By the time he'd finally worked his way down her body, she'd been so desperate for release, the scrape of his beard against her swollen folds, combined with his hot breath on her clit had sent her tumbling into a powerful orgasm.
A homeless shelter at Christmas may seem an odd place to find one's soul mate, but love knows no boundaries—or does it
Anja has grown fond of the wolf-like dog hanging around the shelter. With her soon to be ex -boyfriend putting pressure on her, her canine friend proves to be more reliable than any human could ever be. If only he were more than just a dog.
Helping others is not always easy to do, unless Ethan can do so undercover. However, hiding your true self brings problems of its own. Finding a mate had not been in Ethan's plan of action, but Anja's easy acceptance of Mutt breaks through all of his defenses.
The problem is he is not what he seems, and will his deception by proxy prove the end of them before they even have a chance at love?