The sky cracked open, thunder howling like a beast in agony, and rain poured down in violent sheets against the windows. The storm outside was a mirror of what raged between them.
Maya’s grip on Alpha Logan tightened. Her fingers curled against his bare, sculpted back, nails dragging down slowly, leaving angry red marks like flames licking across his skin. She wasn’t just touching him—she felt his presence inside her soul as if he’d branded her from the inside out.
Every nerve in her body was on fire.
She gasped against his throat, his scent wrapping around her like silk and smoke. “f**k, Logan... I feel like I’m losing myself in you…”
A low, guttural growl vibrated from deep inside his chest. “Good,” he whispered darkly, “because I plan to ruin every part of you until there’s nothing
