No one had dared to look when Syzar carried Celeste’s naked frame in his arms from the spring garden.
He walked through the estate to his chambers, his wolf more possessive than ever as he took her to bed.
He stood, leaning over the poster pillar, eyes roaming down Celeste’s c*m-stained skin, like pearls over her creamy skin, satisfying his wolf and stirring his c**k.
He didn’t know why he was so obsessed with wanting to touch her and be close to her; he had tried to fight the urge since returning from the Fog Valley.
He had tried to remind himself that Derek was alive and they were still enemies, but he knew he shouldn’t give in, yet he was, and knew his wolf wouldn’t let go.
He was not satisfied as he watched her with a hungry gaze; his skin grew hotter by the minute, and he knew hi
