Malric’s Pov
Today’s hunt was a disaster. I’ve never hunted this badly in my entire existence. Every strike, every chase, every snap of the bone — all of it off. My body was here, but my mind… gods, my mind was somewhere else.
No.
My mind was on her.
Delilah.
It has been three days since that night. Three days since her lips wrapped around me, since her scent clung to my skin like a curse. Three days of pretending we were avoiding each other when every inch of me screamed for her. I told myself I was in control. That I was above this. But the truth?
I’m not.
Even the thought of her sends my blood pounding, heat rushing through me like wildfire. And now, walking back to my chambers, I can already feel myself hardening just from remembering her mouth, soft, wet, and perfect taking me
