Whiskey & Sin

by Emily Rath

“I want…” Silas dropped his hands from Bear’s wrists to his chest, splaying them flat over Bear’s tense muscles. “God, I want to kiss you,” he whispered. “Just one taste—please—”

there’s a small part of me holding out hope that if I’m the one who puts you in a sexy new outfit…I get to take you out of it too.” Dead. After tossing that sexual tension grenade, the alpha dared to wink and then walk the fuck away.