REBECCA POV
I was burning. Literally burning.
I’d thought I knew what desire was.
Thought I knew what being wanted felt like.
Thought I understood intimacy in some vague, theoretical way, mostly from listening to women in the pack make questionable choices with warriors who didn’t know what to do with a real woman anyway.
But this?
This was something else.
Something deep.
Something feral.
Something that curled into my ribs and refused to let go.
I was bent over the sofa, knees braced on the cushions, palms sinking into the fabric, and all I could think was—
Oh Goddess.
Oh Goddess, this is happening.
This is really happening.
His touch scorched down my spine like a blessing carved into skin.
Slow. Intentional.
Like he wanted to memorize the shape of me with the tips of his
