““So the alternative is to offer yourself as my beast of burden?” He shrugged. “I’ll never complain about having an attractive lady on top of me.” Sorcha stared at him, but he merely grinned back at her in return. Suppressing the urge to slap the werewolf’s smug face, she scowled and turned away. She was no cheap tart to roll with him in the hay, no matter how attractive she found him. No matter how many times her mind returned to the wild taste of him against her lips, or how much she wanted to slide her palms over his bare chest.””
