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Victoria
I took it, confused by the gesture. The soft cotton felt worn between my fingers, carrying his scent. “Your shirt?” I asked, unsure why this felt so intimate, more intimate than if he’d handed me lingerie.
“Yes. I want you to sleep in my shirts,” he explained, his voice dropping lower, sending an unwelcome flutter through my stomach.
“Oh…okay,” I managed, not knowing what else to say.
“Only the shirt, Victoria. Don’t wear anything else.” His commanding tone left no room for argument, his eyes briefly darkening as they swept over me. Then he grabbed a pair of sweatpants and disappeared into the bathroom.
I hurriedly slipped out of my wedding dress, my fingers fumbling with the delicate fabric in my rush to change. His black t–shirt felt impossibly soft against my skin as I pulled it over my head, the woodsy scent of him enveloping me instantly. My heart fluttered nervously when I realized the shirt barely reached mid–thigh.
Not being allowed to wear underwear made me feel even more vulnerable, more exposed. I tugged at the hem, trying to stretch it lower, but it was no use.
Despite everything, I couldn’t help but acknowledge that Leo had been surprisingly understanding so far. I tried to focus on that small mercy instead of the dangerous reputation that preceded him–the feared Alpha who commanded the Shadow Pack with an iron fist. Men like him were accustomed to taking what they wanted without regard for others‘ feelings, yet he was showing restraint. For that, I felt genuinely grateful.
Wasn’t he the same Alpha the rumors claimed would tear a woman apart in bed?
The memory of our first night together surged through me–his raw speed, the fierce strength in every thrust, the wild, perfect rhythm that had me helplessly screaming and moaning beneath him.
Holy shit.Now my head was spinning with nothing but the memory of him moving inside me, my body aching with the phantom of his touch.
I pressed a trembling hand to my churning stomach, trying to steady myself, and my gaze landed on the immaculate white sheets draped over the massive bed. For a fleeting, absurd moment, I wondered how a wolf as naturally untamed as Leo managed to keep everything so pristine.
God, Victoria. You’re about to spend a scorching night with your mate, and you’re worrying about his laundry habits.
I turned away from the bed, as if that might somehow delay the inevitable, only to freeze when my eyes locked with Leo’s. He was leaning against the doorframe, his intense gaze burning into
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me with predatory focus.
He wore only black sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. I couldn’t help but stare at his bare chest, mesmerized by the intricate tattoos covering his golden skin.
Leo pushed away from the doorframe and moved toward me with deliberate, measured steps. My breathing quickened to shallow puffs that barely passed my lips.His muscles rippled beneath his skin with each movement, veins snaking down his powerful arms. The sight triggered a clenching sensation low in my belly that I’d never experienced before–at least, not before that night at Devil’s Lair.
He stopped barely an inch from me. The fresh scent of his shower gel mingled with his natural scent, creating an intoxicating combination that made my head swim. A drop of water fell from his damp hair, trickling down his chest before disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweatpants. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from its journey.
The dominant energy radiating from him was almost tangible. I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet his gaze. Those hazel eyes, illuminated by golden flecks that burned like embers, seemed to see straight through me.
When he lifted his hand to m
face, I flinched involuntarily. , I flinched involuntarily.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, my tongue darting out to wet my dry lips.
His palm settled against my cheek with unexpected gentleness, the warmth of his touch sinking into my skin. He leaned closer until the edge of his clean–shaven jaw brushed mine, and my
skin. He leaned closer until
breath caught.
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“Take a deep breath, little Luna,” he murmured, his voice a low, resonant command that hummed through my bones. “I don’t want you passing out on me.”
He pulled back just far enough for our eyes to meet, and the tension between us pulsed like a live wire. I opened my mouth, meaning to ask the question that had haunted me since the first time he touched me, but what slipped out instead was a broken confession.
“I remember… that night at the bar,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “The way you… the way we…” Heat flushed my face as the memory of our bodies tangled in the shadows crashed over me. It had been raw, perfect–his touch everywhere, my heart in my throat. We had fit together like we were made for each other, no hesitation, no space left between us.
“I said I needed rules,” I continued, swallowing hard, “that you couldn’t touch me without my consent… that there wouldn’t be… intimacy until I was ready. But-” My fingers curled into his shirt, betraying me. “I can’t stop thinking about you. About that night.”
A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips, though his voice stayed low and coaxing.
“So what are you saying, Victoria?”
My pulse thundered in my ears. I had sworn to myself I wouldn’t cross the line again, that I’d stay behind the safe walls of our contract. No kisses. No promises. But the truth clawed its way out anyway.
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“I want you,” I admitted, shame and desire twisting in my chest. “Just… no kissing. I can’t—” I hesitated, then shook my head. “I just want to… let go. I want to feel you again.”
His eyes darkened as he studied my face. “About your no–kissing rule,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Does that only count for your mouth?”
When I nodded, a satisfied expression crossed his face. “Thank the moon goddess for that,” he whispered.
He lowered his head again, and when his lips brushed over my jawline, goosebumps erupted across my skin. Without realizing what I was doing, I gripped his biceps for stability. The heat of his skin beneath my palms sent tingles spreading through my body.
Leo released a growl that didn’t sound dangerous–it was a sound of approval, satisfaction that I was touching him willingly. Suddenly, his mouth latched onto my racing pulse point, teeth grazing the sensitive skin before sinking in just enough to mark without breaking skin. When his tongue brushed against my throat, a gasp escaped me, and my eyes fluttered shut. Oh goddess. That felt…overwhelming.
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