Zarek.
The moment that soft, shaky “yes…” slipped from her lips, something sharp stabbed through me. Pleasure—yes—but threaded through it was something darker, thicker, and too loud.
My head snapped as if the room tilted. Breath snagged. Vision blurred, then cleared, then blurred again in jagged, cruel flashes. I tried to blink it away. It only got worse.
My wolf shoved forward like a freight train.
“No.” I tried to make it a whisper, a command. It roared back louder than I was ready for. My pulse detonated against my temples. My claws pushed out by themselves. My teeth lengthened. Heat crawled under my skin until my bones felt like they were on fire.
Control slipped like sand.
My wolf clawed at my mind, pushing, wanting to take everything. The world narrowed to one raw, hungry deman
