DERRICK POV
The second jolt wasn't as strong as the first—no bones cracking this time—but the burn under my skin still roared like fire. My muscles twitched, vision blurry with static. Somewhere beside me, I heard Dalton cough, breathing hard.
But my eyes were on her.
Her.
She stood there, arms crossed, lightning still dancing around her fingertips like it belonged there. Like she belonged to no one.
But she belonged to me.
And Dalton, unfortunately.
I loved how beautiful she looked right then.
I loved how my wolf whined for her.
But worse than anything was the flicker in my chest whispering:
"You're not the one in control anymore." Because she was.
A flick of her fingers and I was done.
My Goddess…
My mate.
Upset with me. And Dalton. Of course.
"Get. Dressed," she snapped.
