Ice Wolf

On the ice he’s a savage. With me he’s a beast.

When I let Saint Masters tell the world I was his girlfriend to help him solve a PR problem, I didn’t agree to be his for real… or for him to spank my ass red and make me scream his name.

But he didn’t ask.

And as this brute with secrets even darker than mine tears off my clothes to make me his more thoroughly than any ring ever could, I find myself wondering whether we’re still just pretending.

Or if he’s claiming his mate.