A Wolf in Billionaire’s ClothingBy: Daphne Loveling
They remained that way, panting, for a time, and then Greg took her in his arms. Still inside her, he lowered them both on the bed, him on top of her. “You are mine,” he growl-whispered, kissing and licking her neck as they lay there.
“I’m yours,” she agreed, snuggling against him. There was nothing more to be said; it was true. Everything else was unimportant. She was taken, mated, by her alpha.