Lucien’s POV
After the steam had cleared and her legs had nearly given out in my arms, I carried her to the bedroom. She simply rested against my chest, mumbling something about satisfaction.
That quiet surrender did more to my control than all her earlier defiance combined. I laid her down on the bed with deliberate care, even though every instinct in me demanded that I take her again immediately.
Her skin was flushed, her lips swollen from my mouth, her lashes heavy with exhaustion. She looked thoroughly claimed.
And yet my body was still rigid with need.
My wolf was worse.
He was restless and unsatisfied, though she had already given us more than enough, especially for a human.
The scent of her arousal clung to the room, to the sheets, to my hands. It wrapped around my senses
