I Married a Mothman (Prime Mating Agency, #11)

by Regine Abel

The protective rage that surged within me left me reeling. The Chancellor would soon discover a far less gentle side of me if he tried to mess with her.

He stiffened. The intense look on his face screamed loudly that he was seriously considering challenging me. His muscles swelled, and the predatory look in his eyes had my inner walls contracting and my breasts suddenly feeling heavy and achy. The dominant alpha lurking behind the sweet and sometimes timid virgin was rearing his head, and it was sexy as fuck. After a few seconds that felt like a century, Atlas yielded, releasing his grip, but the rebellious glimmer lingered in his obsidian eyes. I couldn’t decide if I was more turned on by this defiant concession or disappointed that he hadn’t used his superior strength to flip me onto my back and show me who’s boss.