Julian’s POV
I didn’t sleep much that night. Even when her body finally gave in and she drifted off, I lay awake, staring at the ceiling while my wolf prowled inside me restlessly. The room still smelled of her heat, thick and intoxicating. No matter how many times I took her, it never faded. If anything, it grew sharper, sweeter, more maddening.
The bond tugged at me relentlessly, reminding me that she was mine. My chest clenched at the thought. Mine? The word tasted like ash. She wasn’t supposed to be mine. She had ruined that moment she chose to humiliate me. And yet… Here we were, tangled together in sweat and shame.
By dawn, I finally drifted into a light doze.
It didn’t last.
Her hand on my chest pulled me awake. At first I thought it was an innocent touch, but the way her body
