Claimed
The tension had been building for days. Every touch, every shared look charged with unspoken hunger. After Elena's interrogation, their wolves were running hot, dominance and submission creating an intoxicating dance.
Viktor found Aria in their bedroom, wearing one of his black silk shirts that barely skimmed her thighs. The sight made his wolf growl possessively.
"Playing with fire, little wolf?" His voice was rough as he stalked toward her.
"Maybe." She didn't back away, chin lifting in that defiance that drove him crazy. "Are you finally done fighting what we both want?"
He moved with preternatural speed, caging her against the wall. One hand tangled in her hair while the other gripped her hip possessively.
"Fighting?" He inhaled along her neck, feeling her shiver. "Oh no,
