"Please..please touch me Naomi." He murmured those words, peering up at me through his lashes and expressing a look coated in lust and pleading. It's almost scary how he could go from possessive and intimidating one moment, to submissive and needy in the next. "Naomi...please. I'm so hot. I need you." He begged me, with no shame at all. The jealous and brooding Alpha King from earlier was slumped on his fancy bathroom floor...begging me to touch him. ---------- In which thousands of people disappear on one night every century. Why? Simple. Every lycan needs a mate. (This story has mature themes. Please read at your own risk)