[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]
Liora was damn good with her mouth. Lyander fully understood why his wolf had wanted her so badly—it wasn't just instinct. It was a craving carved into his very soul.
Even with his earlier description, he wondered if she'd catch his meaning. But then her eyes widened suddenly, realization dawning. Her gaze flicked to his hard cock, then back to his eyes. Her lips parted in a shocked little "Oh."
She understood.
But what truly floored him—what made his wolf's heart stutter—was what came next.
Her expression shifted, blossoming into something wicked and seductive. That soft innocence turned into playful fire as she held his gaze and slowly, dragged her tongue across her lips.
His wolf blinked.
She's messing with us again.
Lyander couldn't help but laugh—low, husky, and full of need. She gave as good as she got, and he fucking loved that about her.
