I could feel his hard length pressing against the fabric of his training pants, just inches away from my trembling fingers. The power I held in this moment wasn't lost on me—I was about to undress the Lycan King, to see him in his most vulnerable state.
Yet who truly held the power here? The way he looked down at me, silver eyes glowing with predatory hunger, told me everything I needed to know. He was allowing this, orchestrating it even. And I was merely a willing participant in his game.
But what a delicious game it was.
My fingers hooked into his waistband, and I began to tug the fabric down slowly, revealing the sharp cut of his hip bones, the trail of dark red hair that disappeared beneath the last barrier of clothing.
"Seraphina," he growled, his voice strained.
I glanced up, finding his jaw clenched tight, the tendons in his neck standing out starkly against his skin.
"Yes... Landon?"
