The motel floor was cold against my back, the threadbare carpet scraping my skin, but Ethan's body burned against mine, his sweaty skin sliding against mine, each touch a fire that consumed any trace of fear, doubt, or resentment.
The rhythm of our slam dunks sang in my chest, a burning pulse that synchronized our hearts, our breaths, our deepest desires. We had gone from fighting to playing, from rage to a dance of provocation, and now, entangled in that dilapidated space, there was no turning back. His golden eyes shone in the gloom, filled with a hunger that mirrored my own, and although a part of me still screamed that Ethan was dangerous, a poison that would destroy me, my body craved him with an intensity that made me dizzy. Clarisa, my Alpha wolf, remained silent, a disquieting emp
