Darius's POV
I stared at the door Clara had just slipped through, my c**k still sensitive, my wolf still snarling beneath my skin. The air in my office reeked of s*x, of her, of us.
"Just the beginning," she'd said. Like this was a game she intended to win.
I zipped up my pants and straightened my shirt, a reluctant smile tugging at my lips. Most wolves cowered when I growled. She'd sucked my c**k while maintaining eye contact.
The desk was a mess. Papers scattered, a pen knocked to the floor, and the unmistakable scent of Clara's arousal lingering on the wood. The floor beneath wasn't any better—her slick, my c*m, evidence of what we'd done still glistening on the polished tiles.
I couldn't leave it like this. Every wolf with a functioning nose would know exactly what had happened th
