Ember
His lips are on mine before I can say anything, his body turning so that my back is flush against the mattress while he slips between my legs. The need I suddenly feel for this man hits so hard, I don’t even know what to do with it.
The rough material of the jeans he’s wearing brushes against my skin, and a hard bulge presses into me, making me moan. I’m not a clueless pup—I know what that bulge is. This man—my mate—is aroused.
I don’t know how it’s possible that he could be my mate, and questions swirl in my mind, but they disappear as soon as his tongue pushes past my lips and into my mouth. The taste of maple surprises me, stealing all of my focus until I’m consumed by this man alone. I don’t even know his name, yet every part of my body wants him.
His hands slowly move over
