Jarek's POV
She's trembling in my arms, cheeks flushed, eyes wet and glistening, lips so soft they're driving me f*****g insane.
My c**k's throbbing, hard as hell.
No wonder Kieran lost control—this prey's too damn delicate.
My thumb grazes her lower lip, rough calluses against her silky skin.
God, it's so soft.
"Did you seduce him?"
She shook her head violently. "No." Her voice was barely a whisper, like a pup's whimper.
Lily-of-the-valley scent clung to her hair where it brushed my wrist.
My canines ached—I wanted to sink them into that slender throat, flood her with my scent until Kieran's stench was erased.
"No?" I gripped the nape of her neck, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Bullshit. Kieran's the most controlled bastard I know. He wouldn't f**k his stepsister unless you
