Elena – POV
I don't know when it stopped being about easing his heat.
Somewhere between his mouth crushing mine, his hands on my hips, and the ragged way he moaned my name — it became something else. Something neither of us dared to name.
I was supposed to be in control.
I climbed onto him telling myself this was charity, duty — a Luna easing her Alpha's heat.
But the second his hands found my skin, it all fell apart.
He looked at me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.
Gods, that look wrecked me more than anything else.
And then there was the way his cock filled me — stretching, claiming, dragging pleasure up my spine until my head felt too heavy to hold up.
Every roll of my hips made him groan, low and raw, and every sound he gave me was a victory. His hands were everywhere: gripping my thighs, then my ass, then cupping my breasts like he couldn't decide which part of me he wanted more.
My wolf rose inside me, baring her teeth in desire.
