Wicked Promises

Clara

“This isn’t fair.” I complain, sitting naked in the back of the limo, glaring at Thorne. “You said you would claim me if I shifted.”

“Greedy mate.” He teases, kissing the soft spot behind my ear. “I didn’t say I would do it in the middle of the forest.”

He hadn’t, but I was still very displeased when – instead of ravishing me the moment I finished the painful but brief shift back into being