The next night, Aria’s body still ached deliciously from Lucian’s primal claiming. Bite marks decorated her shoulders and thighs, she sat by her campfire, heart racing as the full moon rose again.
A twig snapped. Lucian stepped into the clearing, tall, devastatingly handsome, wearing only low-slung jeans. His amber eyes still glowed faintly.
“You came back,” she whispered, standing.
“I told you I would, mate.” He pulled her into his arms, kissing her deeply, possessively. His hands roamed her body like he already owned every inch. “Last night was the moon’s wild call. Tonight, I claim you properly. Slower. Deeper. In my den.”
He lifted her effortlessly and carried her through the woods. The journey ended at a hidden cave entrance, warm thick furs covered the floor.
Lucian laid her dow
