McKenna’s back pressed against the cold stone wall, the chill sinking into her spine. But it was nothing compared to the molten fire of Azeo’s body pressing against hers, his heat searing, demanding.
Her lips parted as his breath grazed her cheek, heavy and restrained, his control stretched so thin she could feel it trembling between them.
“Azeo…” she whispered, voice breaking with the weight of everything unsaid.
His jaw flexed. His wolf was right there beneath the surface, clawing to claim, to mark, to bind. “Don’t—” His voice cracked like thunder. “Don’t say my name like that unless you’re ready for me.”
Her pulse thundered, wild and reckless. She searched his burning gaze and knew the truth. She was ready. For him. For this. For the bond that had stalked her from the moment they’d
