Emily's POV
The moment my back hit the mattress, a moan escaped my lips, unbidden and raw. The room was a blur of heat and desire, the air thick with the scent of my mates, sandalwood, Vanilla, leather, oud, and something uniquely them. Julian loomed over me, his blue eyes dark and predatory, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned down, his breath hot against my ear.
"You're ours, Little Wolf," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "And tonight, we're going to make sure you never forget it."
Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand while the other reached for something on the nightstand. The cold metal of handcuffs clicked into place, securing me to the bedframe. I gasped, my heart racing as I tugged against the restraints, but Julian'
