Freya
"I'd rather dance," I said boldly.
Silvano's smile widened, revealing perfect white teeth. "Even better."
On the dance floor, his hands found my waist, pulling me against him with a surety that sent sparks racing across my skin. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this—the simple, uncomplicated pleasure of attraction, of being wanted, of wanting in return.
"You're different," he murmured against my ear as we moved together. "Not like the usual women here."
"Is that a good thing?"
His fingers traced a line down my spine. "Very good."
When his lips finally met mine, it was electric—hungry and demanding in a way that made me forget everything else. He tasted like bourbon and desire, and my wolf howled in approval.
"Come home with me," he breathed against
