Adrian’s POV
Sex would’ve worked faster.
Sex would’ve worked better.
Whiskey dulls the blade. s*x sheaths it.
There’s a reason every tyrant in my bloodline kept alcohol within arm’s reach around their personal spaces in the palace. My grandfather had a full room with different collections from across the world.
My father tried to be an honorable man…tried to tame his wolf. And it almost worked…until my mother died, and everyone paid for it in blood.
I don’t want to live the rest of my life with a room filled with bottles. And I don’t want to tame my wolf either.
I want only one cure.
Sex.
I want one throat under my mouth, one pulse racing against my tongue, one body that could take everything I had to give and still beg for more instead of break. Someone who could look at the mons
