Dane's POV
"Fuck…" I breathed again, my voice dropping into something low, rough, and animal.
My hands slid higher on her thighs, slowly, spreading her open for me.
Her breath hitched—sharp and beautiful.
Her fingers dug into my hair, pulling me closer, urging me without a single word.
I lifted my eyes to her face first.
I wanted to see her expression.
And gods… she was perfect.
Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen from my kiss, her chest rising and falling too fast, her eyes half-closed like she was drowning in the moment.
My wolf pushed forward again, so close to the surface the world felt sharper, hotter, and louder.
"MATE…" he growled.
"WORSHIP HER. SHOW HER SHE IS OURS."
I leaned forward, pressing a warm kiss to the inside of her thigh.
She gasped—soft, breathy, desperate.
Her legs trembled.
"D-Dane…" she whispered, her voice breaking.
I kissed higher.
And higher.
And higher.
Each kiss slow.
Each kiss with purpose.
Each kiss reminding her—
