I was drowning in the taste of Seraphina—chocolate, caramel, and something uniquely her. The way her small body arched beneath me, how her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer—it was intoxicating. The beast inside me growled with satisfaction. Mine. All mine.
I broke away just long enough to look at her face—flushed cheeks splattered with cake batter, golden eyes wide with desire, lips parted and swollen from my kiss. Beautiful. Perfect.
"I want to taste every inch of you," I murmured, lowering my head to trail my tongue along her neck, collecting the sweetness there. She gasped, her pulse jumping beneath my lips. "Every. Single. Inch."
Her scent—arousal mixed with sugar and spice—was driving me wild. I'd barely gotten started when the kitchen door burst open.
"Alpha, we have a sit—"
