Draven chuckled. “Does that mean you can accept me for what I am?”
Wyatt launched himself at Draven and took him to the floor, flat on his back, and came down on top of him. “Yes, it does, my ancient warrior werewolf.”
“I might be old, but I’m far from ancient.” He thrust his hips up into Wyatt, pressing his hard cock against his.
Wyatt groaned. “I think you’d better remind me of that again.”
Draven rolled, switching positions with Wyatt. “And I think I have a demanding mate.”
He then proceeded to see how many times he could make Wyatt moan and shout his name.
The End
About the Author
Marisa Chenery was always a lover of books, but after reading her first historical romance novel she found herself hooked. Having inherited a love for the written word, she soon started writing her own novels.
After trying her hand at writing historicals, she now writes paranormals.
Marisa lives in Ontario, Canada, with her husband and four children. She would love to hear from you, so drop her an email.
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