Jarek's POV
"No, no, you can't—pull it out, please..." Lilith's voice is a soft, desperate whimper, dripping with a sweetness that claws at my control.
It's f*****g torture, urging me to push deeper.
My patience is shot. I lean in, kissing her pale shoulder, hungry, licking, biting.
Her skin's softer than I imagined, laced with a faintsweetness and a hint of fear that makes my canines itch.
I want to sink my teeth into her neck, mark her so every damn wolf knows she's mine.
But not yet—she hasn't even awakened her wolf. I can't claim her.
Fucking hell, if she had, Kieran would've beaten me to it.
No way I'm letting that bastard win.
"Did Kieran ever stick his fingers in your p***y?" I growl, deliberately crude, my finger sliding deeper, circling slow.
Her tight, wet heat gr
