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.
But it does the opposite, drastically.
Ryker, who had been all for offering comfort, 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.
When Lucy gasps softly, I know the hunger has bled into my eyes.
The situation worsens the moment I scent her arousal—a sweet, heady spike in the air triggered by my own body's betrayals. She definitely feels it; the poke, the unmistakable rising of my need against her thigh.
Oh, yes. She knows.
I can hear her heart hammering a frantic, off-beat rhythm against her ribs. As much as it pleases the wolf that she wants me, I'm not trying to be some passing fling. I want something deeper.
