He was having an illicit affair... with his own mate.

As always, Blay was the anchor who kept him from being swept away.

Don't make me flip you off" "Why would I deprive you of a favourite hobby?" "Because my finger's getting sore.

When I lie this close to you, when I smell your scent, when I hear your voice, I know everything that matters." She looked down the length of him. "You are the male I want to mate with. That's who you are.

Yanking his inner manwhore back to the land of polite conversating, he forced his hands to stop

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread.

Vishous, could you stop grinning like that? You're beginning to freak me out.