"He could have taken me when instinct ruled, when I was nothing but heat and hunger, but he didn't. And that is precisely why I find myself wanting him all the more."
ELIAS POV
When I stirred, I realized that I was back at home. For a moment, I thought the night before had been some fever-dream conjured by my overheated body. My sheets were tangled, the faint musk of pheromones clinging to the air like smoke after a fire. My wolf stirred lazily under my skin, satisfied but restless, as though it had been granted half of what it craved and then denied the rest. I rolled over, reaching instinctively for warmth that should have been there. That stubborn, impossible, infuriating King was gone. My brows drew together as I sat up, scanning the room. My wolf whined, missing the weight of the Alpha's presence, his scent, his damnable control. That man had spent the entire night holding back like he was some saint when every nerve in me had been begging, screaming, take me.
