Keya's POV
Rhys smiled at me, shirtless, the tattoos curling up his skin like a sensual embrace.
The ink danced over his muscles, shifting with every breath, every movement, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was tall, lean... like an animal ready to claim its prey.
Usually that would put me off. Usually, I love being in control. I have Alpha blood, anyway.
But not this time. I didn't mind being his Prey. Not in the bedroom.
No, I craved it. I needed it.
"Little rabbit," He breathed, pulling me closer to him. My skin tingled with just that touch. It was everything. Too much. My system felt overloaded. Like it was this close to exploding.
His hands were firm against my skin, his voice all rough with promises in my ear.
He said things that made my legs trembled, things I had
