Evelynn POV
The knock echoed through me, each thud sinking straight into my chest. Maddox didn’t rush, didn’t pound - he didn’t need to. He knew I’d hear him. He knew I was already shaking on the other side.
“Evelynn,” his voice was low, velvet edged in gravel. “Open the door. Just talk to me.”
My wolf all but rolled onto her back, tail wagging, want on. "He’s right there. Strong. Ours. Just a taste-"
“No,” I whispered, pressing my palms flat to the wood as if I could hold him back. My nails scraped over the grain. “No, no, I can’t.”
But my body betrayed me. Heat surged up again, a wave that nearly buckled my knees. My wolf laughed inside me, husky and merciless. "Let him in. Ride him. Do it until you can’t breathe."
I bit my lip hard enough to sting, tears pricking my eyes. I could
