“You like that, Lion puff?” I taunted. “No,” he said instantly, but his throat bobbed with the lie. “Let him touch you, Roar,” Rosalie encouraged and we both looked down at her as she bit her lip, glancing between us hopefully. I wiggled my brows at Roary enticingly and his jaw ground as he fought between wanting to please his mate and not wanting anything to do with me. “He can’t handle it, wild girl,” I said with a smirk. “Ethan can though. Come here, shadow man.”
