DRAVEN
The look of lust carved onto her face was almost too exquisite to bear.
So damn beautiful—so wrecked.
Even my wolf stirred beneath the surface, pacing, growling, demanding his turn.
Not yet, I warned.
She is mine, wait for her to waken for you.
You can feel her, growling to your presence.
I cupped her face, lifting it slightly, and there they were—her eyes, rolled back and dazed, the lashes fluttering like dying embers clinging to light. Her lips… Gods, her lips. Parted in silent cries, bruised from our hunger, slick from our madness.
So pretty.
So tempting.
So utterly mine.
Her body trembled with the echo of pleasure, and yet I could feel it—she wasn’t done. Not even close. Neither was I.
I dipped down, brushing my mouth against hers. Her breath hitched.
And then I cl
