Lucien.
Her scent still lingers in my office long after she’s gone.
Warm. Sweet. Hers.
I lean back in my chair, letting myself enjoy the moment. Through the glass wall, I can still see her packing up.
She's trying to look calm, but her hands are shaky, her movements rushed. I can hear her heartbeat from here—fast and uneven. Her scent carries traces of confusion, frustration... and desire.
Two hundred years, and I’ve never smelled anything like her.
She’s trying to fight it—me—but her body’s already mine. The way she trembled when I touched her face. The little hitch in her breath when I called her good girl. The way her back arched when my fingers brushed her throat.
Every reaction was perfect.
The wolf in me wants to go after her now. Follow her into that elevator, pin her to th
