Kieran's POV
The heavy oak door creaked as I pushed it open, and the thick scent of lust, laced with the musky edge of wolf, hit me like a wave.
In the massive tub on the balcony, three figures tangled together, their wolfish traits on full display—unrestrained, even in human territory.
Dax's bronzed back rippled with muscle, faint traces of wolf fur ghosting along his spine.
He held Lilith against him, her delicate face buried in his chiseled chest.
The water churned violently with his thrusts, each one drawing soft, broken whimpers from her.
His sharp canines grazed her tender n*****s, making her shiver with every teasing scrape.
Behind her, Jarek's long fingers gripped her waist, his wolf ears perked, tail lazily swatting the water's surface.
As I stepped closer, he tilted
