LUCIAN’S POV
Her scent was everywhere. Sweet, warm and addicting–pulling at me like a chain I'd been fighting too long.
The second Sierra looked up at me with those wide, trembling eyes, I knew I was done pretending. I'd spent weeks holding myself back, clenching my fist, locking my jaw, trying to keep my inner beast at check. But tonight?
Tonight she'd pushed me past restraint.
She was mine. Every soft curve, every shaky breath, every whimper she tried to hide—it belonged to me.
“Lucian…” Her voice broke into a cry, small and pleading, but it wasn't fear. No, it was filled with need. Need to be filled, to be ruined.
That little sound broke what restraint I had left.
That sweet submission she didn’t even know how to hide from me anymore.
I leaned down, my lips bru
