Adriel POV
"Open your mouth."
The words left my throat like a growl, thick and heavy with the scent of ozone and burning pine.
Betty did not answer. She could not. Her head was thrown back against the headboard, her dark hair a tangled mess across the pillows. Her skin was flushed a deep, violent crimson, soaked in the sweat of her third heat wave. She was completely out of her mind. The sweet, maddening stench of her pheromones filled every square inch of the bedroom, choking the air until it felt like inhaling hot glass.
Mitchell gripped her hips from behind. His knuckles were stark white against her tanned skin, his fingers digging deep into her flesh to hold her still. He was panting, his jaw locked, his eyes completely black as his lycan took the reins.
"She is moving too fast,"
