Sebastian POV
The black silk shirt that pooled around Elliot's boots was the final barrier to fall. He stood bare-chested in the center of the room, his breath coming in short, uneven gasps that made his ribcage lift. The skin of his chest was a deep, feverish pink, the heat from his sudden cycle radiating off him like steam from hot pavement.
"Look at you," I murmured, stepping into his space. "A warrior who fought his own nature for six years."
"Don't just stand there and look at me, Wolfe," Elliot gasped, his blue eyes wide and glazed with the intoxicating fog of fever. His fingers twitched at his sides. "I'm burning up."
My Alpha control didn't just break—it disintegrated into pure ash.
I stepped forward, my large hands sliding behind his bare back, feeling the hot, da
