ROSETTE’S POV
And I stopped him.
“If you’re that hungry to get on your knees and taste me—” I held his gaze, my voice dropping to something cold and commanding— “you’ll have to earn it.”
His eyes flared.
For a moment, neither of us moved. His fingers were still pressed against my thigh, my hand tight around his wrist.
The air between us burned with a consuming hot tension.
Then, slowly, his expression shifted. The predatory hunger was still there, but something else joined it. Interest. Admiration.
A challenge accepted.
“Earn you,” he repeated softly.
“You want me?” I released his wrist and leaned back, putting distance between us. “Earn me, Lycan King.”
The smile that spread across his face was slow, devastating, and utterly wicked.
“Oh, it would be my utmost pleasure, little A
