Raiden’s POV
There was a fundamental, undeniable difference between the rational mind of a man and the feral, possessive instincts of a Warden. A man could make a promise to stand on the other side of a locked door. A man could vow to be a gentleman, to rein in his desires and give a terrified, overwhelmed girl her space.
But a monster? A monster couldn’t do a damn thing when the heavy, intoxicating scent of his mate’s wet, desperate arousal bled right through the floorboards.
It hit my heightened senses like a physical, concussive blow. The sweet, innocent smell of vanilla and crackling ozone had violently darkened into something infinitely filthier. It was the thick, unmistakable scent of a female who was dripping wet, slick with her own heat, and actively taking care of the terrible
