The Hunger (The Lycans 3)

“As tempting as living underground sounds,” I teased and grinned against his mouth, “I love this place the best. It has that gorgeous sunroom that overlooks the property.”

He pulled back, and there was a big grin on his face. “Yeah?”

My grin matched his as I nodded. “Yeah.” We started walking around the estate, checking out the rooms, staying extra-long in the incredible modernized kitchen with the stainless-steel, industrial-sized appliances. I wasn't a cook by any means, but this place sure did inspire me. Everything was gleaming and new, the estate centuries-old, yet it had been updated with every single luxury you could think of.

“And the best part is this place is right between your parents’ home and Conor’s.” We made our way toward the back of the estate, where we walked into the large sunroom I already loved so much. I could picture having a little garden in here, an array of blooming flowers, maybe even a little patio set where Caelan and I could have breakfast every morning. Looking outside the glass that surrounded all four walls of this room, all I could see was the rolling green hills of the Scottish countryside.

“Absolutely breathtaking.”

I could feel Caelan staring at me and glanced over at him, my heart beating faster at the look he gave me.

“Aye, ye are.” He made a low growl in his throat, and I knew what that meant.

Instantly my body reacted. My pussy became so wet, my nipples tightening. I took a step back, and another, and one more until the glass, which had been warmed by the sun all day, greeted me. Stopped my escape.

He advanced on me, his head lowered, his gaze locked on me. “My female likes tae run?” he asked deeply in that purely wolflike way of his. His eyes flashed. “Ye know how much I love the chase.”

Yes. Yes, I absolutely did. And God, did I love when he caught me.

The End.