RIGGS POV
They were mine.
That truth filled the room like heat, like breath, like the pulse beating behind my teeth.
I felt it everywhere, under my skin, in my chest, in the place where my wolf and I met and tore at each other for control.
Rachele’s breath brushed my throat as she came down from her high, the aftershocks trembling through her. Then, slowly, shyly, she shifted off my lap and got to her knees on the floor between my legs.
My entire body tensed.
Because my ocean wasn’t calm anymore.
Not even close.
Rachele looked up at me through her lashes, cheeks flushed, lips bruised from shaking against my mouth earlier. But the look in her eyes—Goddess, that look—there was nothing innocent left in it.
It was want.
Sharp, aching, starving want.
She didn’t hesitate. Her hands ca
