Crescent Kingdom (The Wolves of Crescent Creek, #1)

by Tessa Hale

“That’s it. We want to hear all the sounds you make. Want to drown in your moans and pretty little gasps. Want to make your body weep.”

“Fuck,” Kingston growled. “Knew you’d be stunning, but you’re a work of art, Wren.”

“Soak my hand, Little Warrior. I want to drown in you,” King demanded.

“That’s it,” King praised. “It’s time to let go.”

“I see you, Wren. And everything I see is beautiful. Gentle and fierce. Strong and tender. You’re everything all at once, and it’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed.”

“There is no slipping when it comes to my dick, Dina. Only stretching because it barely fits.”

She was rainstorms and mint—a tempest I wanted to drown in.

Fuck. This woman would ruin me. But I’d happily go down in the rubble. For her.

“You should’ve run when you had the chance, Little Warrior. Because now that I know what it’s like to have your touch? You’ll never be free.”