Rowan
The air in the kitchen was thick with the smell of frying bacon and with that sweet, choking tension that vibrated between Caroline and me. When I lifted her onto the counter, her nightgown slid up on her thigh, and the sight burned away what little self control I had left. I did not care about Alpha dignity, I did not care about the house or the outside world. I only cared about the golden light in her eyes and the heat that radiated from her skin.
My hands were still gripping her hips, but I slowly slid one of them up to the back of her neck, burying my fingers in her silky hair. Caroline tilted her head back, her throat offered and unprotected in the morning light. I felt my inner wolf purr with satisfaction. She was not running. She was not afraid. She was mine.
I leaned to
