TAVRIC
I thought it would be safer to kiss her cute button nose rather than those plump, inviting lips. I wanted something to calm her protests, a small gesture to ground her before her world is upended again.
It does the opposite. Drastically.
Ryker, who had been all for offering comfort a moment ago, is now raging with a primal, suffocating need. For him, claiming even a fraction of her face is a declaration of total ownership.
Because he is raving, my body follows suit without my consent.
When Lucy gasps softly, I know the hunger has already bled into my eyes.
The situation worsens the moment I catch the scent of her arousal—a sweet, heady spike in the air, triggered entirely by my own body's betrayal. She feels it too. The unmistakable rise of my need pressing against her thigh.
Oh, yes. She knows.
I can hear her heart hammering a frantic, off-beat rhythm against her ribs.
