Micah slowly swept his tongue over the rune once more and Adele moaned, her back arching as pleasure coursed through her veins. Her wolf howled in her mind, demanding more, marking him as hers just as fiercely as he did her.
He finally lifted his head, eyes dark and hungry, his lips glistening. "Careful, Adele," he whispered, his breath ghosting over her neck. "If I keep this up, I won't stop at your shoulder."
"Then don't," Adele begged him, her voice trembling with need. She was wound so tight she could barely breathe. She needed him.
Micah's eyes gleamed at her words, the inky blackness threatening to spill over entirely. When he licked his bottom lip, Adele didn't just shiver — she became painfully aware she was standing before a predator.
And when he murmured, "Is that what you want?" his grin spreading wide, dark and devilish, Adele second-guessed every ounce of her earlier courage.
But the temptation was stronger.
"Yes," she breathed shakily.
"As you wish, my mate."
