Alaric’s POV:
A pulse of heat cracked down my spine and I felt my c**k stir at the words Meadow had just uttered.
Not just the words—the sound of her voice, the low rasp in her tone, the way her lips curved up in that shy smile? It all sent a current straight down to my c**k, and I wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted.
“This is the second request you’ve made in two days, do you realize that?” I asked in a low tone as my gaze dropped to her hand on my shirt. I caught the way her fingers trembled slightly, and I felt my mouth twitch.
Meadow was terrible at pretending that she was in charge. She tried to put on a brave face for whatever reason I didn’t understand, but I knew that deep down, she was terrified of what I could do to her.
What I ‘would’ do to her.
Meadow ha
