Riggs’s golden-brown eyes locked on mine, wide at first, then narrowing as his wolf surged to the surface. A growl rumbled in his chest—low, deep, claiming.
“Rebecca,” he murmured, my name rolling off his tongue like a promise and a threat all in one.
My mouth went dry. The air between us hummed, charged with something electric, ancient. The bond tugged—soft at first, then hard enough to make my pulse skip.
Miranda was howling now. ‘Mate. He’s ours. Bite him. Right now.’
I leaned in, drawn like a magnet. His breath brushed my lips, warm and unsteady. My fingers slid into his messy hair, found the tie holding his man bun, and gave it a sharp tug.
He groaned. Deep. Rough. Sinful.
And goddess help me, that sound went straight to my core.
For one dizzying heartbeat, I thought about clos
