Shadewood all the saints of notre dame

Was Riley teasing her now? She drew back to catch his eye again, lips parting slightly as she let out a scoffing sound. Playfully, she prodded him in the chest, crossing two of her toes together to grasp and tug at some of the dark fur there. Call it a wolfish variation of a titty twister.

Just hours ago, she had been on the verge of telling him she wanted to return to the rise. Now, it was the furthest thing from her mind. All she could think about was the present—the boldly flirtatious way she licked at his mouth, hopefully catching him by surprise—and the future.

Whether or not they eventually claimed Shadewood, it would forever hold a special place in Masquerade’s heart. It was where she bumped her hip suggestively against Riley’s before leading him deeper into the trees. It was where she would stop him in the shade of an oak whose boughs sprawled overhead. It was where they would come together for the first time, their tryst dappled in sunlight.