Cierra:
I could feel him before I even touched him. Not just the heat of his body, the brush of his skin, but something deeper—wolf-deep, primal, insistent. My chest tightened, stomach coiled, and my pulse raced. This was more than desire. More than lust. This was claiming, marking, claiming each other in a way that words could never capture.
“Cierra…” His voice, low and rough, carried that quiet obsession he always hid behind his calm eyes. “Don’t make me wait.”
I didn’t want to wait. I couldn’t. My fingers traced his jaw, sliding down his neck, teeth grazing his shoulder. Sharp. Claiming. My first bite. Not enough to hurt, but enough to mark him. A tremor ran through his body under mine, and I felt the mate-bond surge, threads of heat shooting through my veins, grounding me, igniting
