Swiftcurrent Creek Raise a little hell [m]

Desire wracked her frame, but she pulled on ever once of self-restraint she had. The hormones raging within her system begged her for an encore, but she refused. She had to know! Before she could allow herself to fully accept him into her warped sense of family. The woman, Liri, had shaken the foundation that had slowly built between herself and the brute, and now she needed answers.

She glanced over at the man, her seafoam green gaze looking for any sign of deceit or lies. But she couldn’t find any, and she wasn’t sure what that meant. Either he was a very good liar, or he had made a terrible mistake. Either way, Rosalie was determined to know who might be fathering any children she was raising.

“I met someone interesting a few weeks ago.” The red woman started. Clearing her throat, “She called herself Liri.” Her gaze remained firmly on the man wondering what expression she might find.