Two hours later, Raven sat in the passenger seat of Damien’s SUV as he drove through the woods, one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on her thigh. They had left pack territory nearly twenty minutes ago, heading deep into neutral land where there were no patrols, no eyes, no responsibilities, just the two of them and the heat simmering beneath the surface.
His fingers stroked her bare thigh slowly, back and forth. His palm lingered near the hem of her loose summer dress, knuckles grazing higher now and then like he didn’t even realize what he was doing.
“You always get this quiet when we’re alone,” Raven teased, glancing at him sideways. “Trying to behave?”
He didn’t look at her, just smirked, his hand tightening slightly. “Trying not to pull over and f**k you against
