CAN'T KEEP MY HANDS TO MYSELF
Kieran's POV
"Then undress me, Alpha."
Her words were my undoing. Fenrir let out a low, primal growl beneath my skin, and I swear my hands were already on her before I even realised I'd moved.
I slipped my fingers under the strap of her gown again and slowly pushed it off her shoulder, then the other. The fabric didn't fall right away—it clung to her like it didn't want to leave her skin. Just like me.
"You drive me insane, Moya," I said, my voice insanely low. "All day, all I could think about was getting you out of this dress."
"Then what are you waiting for, Alpha?"
I chuckled at the dare, and I unzipped her.
"Kieran…" Her breath hitched as the dress slid down her body, pooling at her feet like liquid moonlight.
She stepped out
