Chapter 63

• Dante's gaze was helplessly drawn to her tempting mouth as she chewed. Images of those lips around his cock flashed through his mind, making his wolf growl inside his head. Then his entire body clenched as she sucked the dribbles of strawberry from the tips of her fingers. Well, fuck. What made the whole thing even more of a turn-on was that she had no idea she was being watched by every male in the room. She was innocently and unknowingly provocative.
• Of course, Dante would want her, but it was still difficult to get him to take a spitfire for a mate. He was too controlling to mate with a strong-willed woman.
• What Freya found even more difficult to understand was why Dante would want her as a mate. Yeah, she knew females tended to like Dante and his charming ways that hid his coldness, but Freya was someone who would snort at flowery words and oppose being with someone who wanted to control her. It didn't make sense. They didn't make sense. That was why she was thinking that maybe her suspicions about their supposed mating had truth in them. Something serious that led to Dante's change of mind was up.