Hazel’s POV
I started to sink down.
The thick head of him parted me—just enough to feel the stretch, the burn, the promise of being filled so completely I might forget my own name.
Then his hands clamped around my waist like iron.
He yanked me back up so fast the water splashed violently around us. I gasped—half shock, half frustration—as the delicious pressure disappeared.
Nicholas was breathing like he’d run for miles. Veins stood out on his forehead, along his neck, pulsing hard. His eyes flickered—gold bleeding into the black like his wolf was clawing its way to the surface and fighting him every inch.
“You don’t want this,” he rasped. His voice was so thick it barely sounded human.
I stared at him, chest heaving. “I—”
He didn’t let me finish.
In one smooth motion he stood, wa
