"Open wider for me, darling."

She obeys instantly, spreading her thighs. I watch her face as I slide one finger inside, then another. Her back arches off the bed, her nails digging into my shoulders. The way her eyes darken with lust sends fire through my veins. I can feel Theron prowling beneath my skin, just as Selene burns in her gaze.

Fisting my hand in her hair, I take her mouth with possessive hunger. My fingers pump faster, curling just right to make her gasp. Her walls clench around me, her body tensing for release. I pull back to watch her unravel.

My Alpha power surges as I command, "Come for me, little mate." The growl in my voice surprises even me. The moment the words leave my lips, I press hard against that sweet spot inside her.

Theron roars through our bond. "MINE!"

Her climax hits like a storm. I swallow her cries, kissing her with everything I possess—love, need, devotion. My fingers keep moving, drawing out every last tremor until she's boneless beneath me.

We're both panting when I finally still my hand. I rest my forehead against hers, gently brushing damp hair from her face. My fingers stay buried inside her, feeling her pulse around me.

I need to taste her.

Slowly, I withdraw my glistening fingers and bring them to my lips. The first lick sends electricity down my spine. Fuck. She's intoxicating. My eyes roll back as I savor every drop, a growl rumbling in my chest.

"Adrian." My father's voice shatters the moment. "Evelyn has school tomorrow."

I feel her tense beneath me, but I take my damn time licking my fingers clean. This is the most exquisite flavor I've ever known.

"Be right down," I call back, though I have no intention of hurrying. Soon, I won't have to stop. Soon, she'll be mine completely.

I help Evelyn dress, my hands lingering longer than necessary. While I don't care who knows we're together, no one else gets to see what's mine.

One last kiss lets her taste herself on my tongue. Our noses brush—a wolf's gesture of affection. I need her to understand this isn't just lust. It's everything.

Standing, I offer my hand. "Walk me out?"

She stumbles when I pull her up, her body deliciously unsteady. The press of her curves against me makes my cock ache, but that's a problem for later. Right now, my mate needs me.

When she finds her balance, I cup her face. "Beautiful."

And she is—eyes still hazy with pleasure, lips swollen from my kisses, neck marked by my teeth. No one has ever looked more perfect.

Downstairs, I bid my parents goodnight. Father mind-links that we'll talk tomorrow. Whatever he wants can wait. Nothing's ruining this high.