Savannah couldn’t resist any longer. The heat emanating from Theo was magnetic, pulling her closer, igniting a need within her she hadn’t known could exist. Her trembling hands reached for him, desperate to touch, to feel. She remembered what an omega had once told her: a she-wolf in heat was confined with her mate because her scent could draw other male wolves, sparking uncontrollable urges.
But for Savannah, it was the opposite. Theo’s presence was an irresistible pull, and she felt the overwhelming desire to claim and be claimed. She knew the agony he endured during his in-heat period, the reason he secluded himself and refused companionship. Tonight, she resolved to reward his restraint, to give him the gift of her purity, a gift she’d guarded for him alone.
Her fingers curled gently
