POV: Dinah
I am gasping for air and my hand is pressed against Cade’s chest but it feels like pushing against a stone wall.
He is heavy.
He smells like smoke and whiskey but underneath that is the scent that drives me crazy. The scent of Rain and Alpha musk and pure power.
His hand closes around my waist and his grip is firm like iron bands.
I wince.
"Cade," I whisper and I am trembling like a leaf in a storm.
He lowers his head and his lips brush against my neck.
A shiver rips through my body.
My wolf wakes up. She is howling. She wants this. She wants to submit to him because he is her mate.
But I am terrified.
Four years ago that night was a blur of drugs and shadows and pain. I remember waking up sore and broken.
I know how wild he is. I know he is a predator.
We stay froz
