Lana’s POV
His eyes burned into me, storm-gray depths shimmering with a darkness that made every nerve in my body spark to life. It was undeniable, his desire had reached its breaking point. The restraint he had shown all along, the careful way he had pulled back from me time and time again, was gone now.
When he asked that question – “Baby, is this okay with you?” – I could barely think. My dazed, alcohol-hazed state wasn’t dulling me; it was heightening everything. My pulse thrummed loud in my ears, my wolf clawing at the surface, needing him.
“Yes…” My voice was hushed, raw, but eager.
His entire body tensed, like I had just set fire to him. Without hesitation, he was out of the car, moving with an urgency that stole my breath. The next second, my door was yanked open, and his hand
