*Sera's POV*
Fire coursed through my veins, but there was nothing to extinguish it. No relief. No release.
"Jax," I gasped, my back arching as his dominance filled me in ways that defied physical possibility. The pressure built, stretched, teased—yet remained maddeningly incorporeal.
He stood above me, eyes gleaming with unholy satisfaction. The bastard wasn't even touching me.
"Problem?" he asked, his voice dripping with false concern.
My magic sizzled beneath my skin, desperate for an outlet. I'd known wolves could project dominance, but this—this perversion of his alpha energy—was something else entirely. Something maddening.
"Touch me," I demanded, my voice barely recognizable through the haze of need.
His smile widened. "I am touching you." He intensified the invisible pressure inside me, making me gasp. "Can't you feel it?"
I growled in frustration. "You know what I mean."
