“This wasn’t lust. It was survival. It was surrender.”
I tried to breathe, but the heat pressing down on me wasn’t just physical—it was primal. Every nerve in my body was on fire. My skin tingled, slick with need, my heart thundering beneath my ribs.
The man—no, the creature—in front of me wasn’t a wolf. But he wasn’t human either. He radiated power, ancient and raw, like the stars had bled him into existence.
He cupped my jaw with one large hand, thumb grazing my lips. “You’re fighting it,” he murmured. “But your body already knows what it wants.”
I whimpered as my knees buckled again. The shift clinging to my body felt too hot, too heavy. I clawed at it, pulling it over my head. Cool air kissed my skin—breasts exposed, thighs slick, heat pulsing between them.
His pupils dilated.
“I
