Chapter Twenty-Four

Roan The girl from Sullen’s job stared at them through the driver’s side window of Roan’s Jeep. Roan was pissed she interrupted them, and his wolf had some choice words. But Sullen’s face turning as red as a tomato made it worth it. Roan loved it. He loved everything about their current situation, in fact. Sullen straddling his lap, the way she greedily kissed him, and the taste of her mouth. He’d never forget it. If she decided to leave the pack house and live in the city, no other shewolf would ever compare to this. He’d tasted his forever, and he’d do whatever it took to keep it. And he knew by Sullen's tugs on his t-shirt and her moans that she enjoyed it, too. “Jennifer,” Sullen said, irritation in her voice, “what are you doing here?” Jennifer snorted as Sullen opened the door and got out. He could hear everything, so he didn’t even pretend like he needed to get out to eavesdrop. “My grandmother lives here. I was picking up her monthly groceries for her. I think the be