Chapter Sixty Six
Chloe bit her bottom lip as Zander threw her onto the large soft mattress of their bed. Giggling, she pushed her body up with her elbows.
"Never call a Scotsman's kilt a skirt," Zander growled.
Rolling her lips together, her eyes sparkling, Chloe tilted her head to one side, her eyes trailing up and down his body.
"So what do you think you can do about it, standing there in your SKIRT!" Chloe teased.
Zander's eyes widened, and became black with lust. His mate was a little minx, and she clearly wanted to play, and he was only too happy to give her the punishment she was almost begging him for.
With a low growl, Zander took hold of Chloe and flipped her over so that she lay prone infront of him, his fingers trailed down the back of her exposed spine. Chloe sh
