Then his lips brushed the side of my jaw, feather-light but searing. The slight rasp of stubble against my sensitive skin made me shiver.
"Clara," he breathed, and my name in his mouth sounded like a prayer.
His nose traced a path down the side of my neck, inhaling deeply, taking in my scent like a wolf would. The primal gesture sent a fresh wave of heat through me. This was no human courtship. This was something older, rawer, more honest.
I trembled, barely breathing, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. This was it. He was going to take me, right here on the training field. And god help me, I wanted him to.
Let him take it, I thought, surprising myself with how little I cared about the consequences. I wasn't saving myself for anyone. I wasn't afraid of what would ha
