Draven's pov
Her body tightened around me. I could feel every inch of her and every ounce of her feelings. It felt like she was made for me.
Too tight.
Too perfect.
My breath broke out in my chest and came out in short, labored gasps. My hips moved on instinct, not thought. It felt like I was seeing a burst of colors. Heat coiled low in my belly, sharp and demanding. My wolf surged forward, teeth bared, roaring for release. I clenched my teeth trying to gold on to some restraints.
Take her, he demanded.
My hands gripped her hips harder. I felt the tremor in her thighs, the soft gasp she tried to swallow. But her hot breath on my face betrayed her deepest emotions and her darkest desires.
“Draven…” Allene whispered.
She rolled her waist on my laps trying to get closer. She arched
