-Vaughn Blackmore:
The air between us was thick, charged with something primal that made my pulse hammer beneath my skin. Grayson stood close, his breath coming in uneven pulls, red eyes dark with a war he was losing inside himself.
I saw the flicker—the moment his reason cracked and his alpha wolf surged forward. I didn't wait. I leaned in slowly, deliberately, letting my lips brush against his in a whisper of contact that wasn't enough—but it was the start.
He stiffened, hands half-rising as if to push me away, his jaw clenched. "Wait—Blackmore—" The words were ragged, torn between control and hunger. I pressed closer, one hand coming up to cup his face, thumb tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone, feeling the heat radiating off him like a furnace. "Don't fight it, I need you," I murmured against his lips, the sound low and soothing. "Let me touch you."
