"I need to taste you, to fill you, until your wolf knows nothing but my scent and the sound of my pleasure. I will erase the memory of the panic."
We stood naked in the East Clearing, the chill of the night air forgotten in the intense heat radiating between us. Alaric was the epitome of focus, his gold eyes alight not with the burden of the crown, but with the singular, possessive desire of his wolf.
"The intel can wait one more hour," Alaric murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated against my skin. His hands, large and powerful, settled on my waist, pulling me flush against his hard, warm body. "But the bond will not. You are still trembling, Omega. I can feel the adrenaline and fear clinging to your wolf and demand that you allow me to anchor you completely."
