Fiona's arms circled his waist as her fingers traced along his length, hunger evident in her touch. She craved another round—the sex had blown her mind completely.
Reginald's dominance thrilled her, and she surrendered willingly to his control.
But boredom crept through him. He wanted resistance, rejection, a real fight. That would make things interesting. As a shifter, he preferred his conquests hard-won.
This woman offered no challenge whatsoever.
Still, he couldn't risk offending her. Her pack's alliance was crucial right now.
As Alpha Theodore's precious daughter, Fiona demanded careful handling.
"What's eating at you? Spill." Her tongue traced his spine, desperate to keep him aroused, to make him stay longer.
This clingy behavior grated on his nerves.
"If it's about the war, Daddy might help if you ask nicely." She nipped his shoulder, giggling. "You know how he melts for me."
Reginald's eyes stayed shut. Arousal died when he focused on the blonde pawing at him.
