ALEK POV
Carrying Amber in my arms bridal style was a test of my self-control. Every inch of her, warm and flushed, was pressed against me, her golden eyes wide and hazy with arousal. Her sweet scent, that addictive mix of comfort and desire, enveloped me like a drug. Night prowled the edges of my mind, his claws scraping as he begged to take over.
*“She’s ours, Alek. Let me taste her, mark her. She needs to know who she belongs to.”*
“Soon,” I growled back at him silently, forcing the wolf down. It wasn’t easy, especially not when I felt her soft lips brush against my neck as she buried her face against me. Every little whimper, every tiny tremor of her body against mine, was enough to drive me insane.
The room was dark except for the warm glow of the fireplace, its flickering l
