Days slipped by since their return from the battlefield. Now, Demian Morvex and Valerie Austin secluded themselves in the northern territories, far from the noisy celebration awaiting the Duke in the capital.
For Demian, none of those accolades mattered his ancient blood hummed with a primal call, urging him back to the sanctuary of his domain, to the lair where the mating season ignited every nerve ending with relentless hunger.
Outside, snow blanketed the earth in cold, silent drifts, but within Duke Morvex's chambers, there raged a feverish blaze of lust that knew no restraint. Each night blurred into the next, a delirious dance between heated embraces and wild, unending desire.
Every corner of that room echoed with the music of their pleasure: moans, guttural cries, the sound of bodies colliding in a frenzy that tore the cold apart and filled the air with animal heat.
