HAYES
The second my bare chest slammed against her unshielded skin, any remaining sanity I had evaporated.
My wolf was roaring behind my ribs, a savage, dominant beast clawing to get out, entirely drunk on the thick vanilla and heavy cream pouring off her cunt. Her scent was everywhere—flooding my nostrils, coating my tongue, making my c**k ache and throb against the rough fabric of my trousers. My vision turned pitch-black, my pupils swallowing the gray completely as I locked her against the damp stone pillar.
Ciara didn't say a word. Her mouth parted, a low, feral whimper slipping from her throat as she thrashed against me. Her thighs were already trembling, slick heat soaking through the thin lace of her panties, leaving a wet smear against my thigh.
I didn't give her space to breat
