Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today’s excerpt is from Snow Print, the special short story set between Claw & Fang.
Control. I swore I had it, even by the full moon, even in wolf bloodlust form. But the second I smelled her jasmine skin and watched the light glint off her smile, I could only think of being inside her. Fingers, tongue, cock—I needed it all at once like I never had in my life.
The demon had an excuse, he was created for that one thing. What was mine?
“You look like you want something.”