She was sweet and intoxicating, her scent designed by nature to call to her mate with irresistible intensity.
"Give it to me," Dakota breathed against his mouth, her hands moving lower, more demanding, less coherent.
"I want it!" The words were barely speech anymore, more growl than language, her wolf bleeding through with increasing dominance as the claiming bond demanded completion in the most primal way possible.
Kade's hands moved to the zipper of her dress, drawing it down with deliberate slowness that contrasted sharply with her frantic energy.
His fingers traced the newly exposed skin of her back as the zipper descended, then he carefully lifted the dress up and over her head before tossing the expensive fabric aside without ceremony.
The streetlights filtering through tinted windows provided just enough illumination to see her properly.
