~Hazel's POV~
He tasted like sin.
The kind of sin that ruins you. The kind that makes you forget your name and scream his.
His mouth found the soft curve of my neck, and I arched into him, breath hitching as his teeth grazed my skin. My back hit the bed before realizing he'd stripped my coat off. His body caged me in, heat rolling off him in waves as his lips moved lower—claiming, consuming, lost in hunger that wasn't just his.
No, this wasn't just him.
This was his wolf. Wild. Untethered. Consumed.
And gods… I wanted it. I wanted him, or them, whatever this was—feral and unfiltered. I didn't care. I just needed to be devoured.
His mouth crashed against my breast, sucking hard, his fangs scraping my nipple until I whimpered, toes curling. My fingers clawed down his back, nails dragging along taut muscles. I was growling. Me. Growling.
"I hate you," I whispered, not even recognizing my own voice—raw, shaky, desperate.
