SAMMY POV
It was all too much.
He was too cute, too gentle, too f*****g hot.
I wouldn’t have ever imagined he could bake something like that. Darian, the big scary Gamma wolf, standing in a kitchen and pulling chocolate soufflés out of the oven like some culinary god? No chance. And yet here I was—proving myself wrong one molten bite at a time.
It wasn’t just delicious. It wasn’t just mouthwatering. It was sexy.
Decadent chocolate, champagne bubbles sliding down my throat, stars scattered high above us, and him.
Maybe I was high on sugar. Maybe I was tipsy on champagne. Maybe I was already drunk on Darian.
Because the feelings bubbling in my chest were too much. The tingles in my stomach, the ache between my thighs, the way every breath he took seemed to echo inside me.
I wanted a
