DARIAN POV
She was a f*****g vision.
A squirming, needy, panting mess beneath me — and all because of me.
Do you know what that does to a man? To a wolf? To me?
It nearly made me blow in my damn pants. No exaggeration. Just the way her body bowed off the blanket when I pressed against her, the way her thighs trembled, the way she moaned my name like it was both a curse and a prayer…
Fuck. I was gone.
Almost.
Because as much as my c**k was begging — literally throbbing against my zipper like it was about to stage a prison break — I needed something more. I needed to see her fall apart. I needed to watch her shatter, to know I had the power to give her pleasure so intense she’d never doubt me, never doubt us.
I wanted, needed, to see Sammy come for me.
“Darian, please. More. I need
