Wolf (The Halloween Boys, #3)

by Kat Blackthorne

“Something you don’t know about me is that I’m a sick fuck and think it’s hot when you try to push me off. When you run or fight me, it’ll only make it worse. Make me fuck you harder.”

“Fuck me while I finish devouring our mate,” Wolf demanded, dropping his pants and returning to his position between Blythe’s legs.

You are my luna and my moon, Blythe Pearl.” “Your pack is my pack, Wolfgang.”

“Fuck, look at her,” Onyx admired. “She takes you so good, Wolfgang.” “Scream like that again,” Ghost purred. “Let’s hear how you sound as you come on werewolf cock.”

“I’ll clean them up, lick them off you, and suck your blood straight from your cunt after, my belladonna,” Onyx promised, kneeling by my head and moving the hair from my face as Ghost mounted behind me.

“Welcome home, my bride.”