KNOX’S POV
“Knox—” She can’t speak. I’m not letting her.
Each thrust drives the words from her mouth and replaces them with sounds more honest than language — gasps and moans and the wet, broken whimpering of a woman being f****d open by the man she loves in a way she’s never been f****d before because no one has ever been this close.
My c**k is buried inside her p***y and my heart in her hands and the terrifying, annihilating truth that I would die for this woman and I would kill for this woman and if she asked me to choose between the crown and being inside her in this river I would throw the crown into the water and watch it sink.
Phantom is surging.
I can feel the wolf pressing against my skin, my eyes flickering gold, my canines elongating, the feral gene responding to her heat a
