Her heart, which had been racing wildly, began to slow, but not from calm, no, from something more dangerous. Desire crept in, curling through her veins, overtaking the fear that had gripped her moments ago.
When Sybil finally lifted his head from her neck, his eyes lingered on her face. In the dim light, her features glowed with an unintentional radiance, and to him, she was breathtaking. More beautiful than any woman he had ever encountered. His breath hovered just inches from hers, heat and tension thick between them.
He was hard, and he knew it. He always was when she was near. Just the sight of her stirred something primal, something uncontrollable inside him. From the very first moment, back at the dining hall, when her scent had slammed into him, when his wolf had howled that sing
