LOGIN“You’re safe,” he said, low and certain. “Give it to me.” Kaelani’s body clenched—pleasure spiking so sharply it stole her breath. Her back arched, a broken sound tearing out of her as she came with his name on her lips. “Julian—!” Her hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs locked around him. And
Almost. His hand went to the button of his pants, then the zipper, dragging it down before shoving the fabric low on his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed everything lower—kicking the material off one leg, then the other—never once breaking eye contact. His cock was rock har
Julian kissed her—long, slow—then began to move down her body with unhurried intent. His mouth traced her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, his tongue lingering at her nipples until her breath caught and her body lifted toward him. He gave each one a slow, careful tease before sinking lower, settlin
Julian swallowed. His voice came low, precise—controlled because it had to be. “Tell me you’ll stop me if anything feels wrong.” Kaelani’s hands slid to his face, palms warm against his jaw. “This could never feel wrong,” she whispered. A tremor ran through him—more urgency than softness, more aw
For a beat, he didn’t move. Like his body had forgotten how to function beyond the single fact of her in his arms—warm, wrapped around him, mouth still swollen from the kiss, eyes steady and sure. His throat worked. His hands tightened on her—one firm at the curve of her ass, the other sliding up
She hesitated only a second before placing her hand in his. He led her out into the living area, the soft music from the record player filling the space as he guided her into position. Gently, he lifted her arms, settling them around his neck, his hands finding her waist with quiet certainty. “Jus
The window slid down with mechanical smoothness. An older man peered out, hair silvered at the temples, spectacles perched neatly on his nose. His smile was mild, his tone courteous. “Good evening, Miss Kaelani.” She stilled, every instinct flaring. The man inclined his head faintly. “Forgive the
Kaelani jolted awake, breathless, her body arching against the sheets as if the dream still held her captive. A hot pulse shuddered low in her abdomen, shame heating her cheeks even in the empty room. Her breath caught as the fragments returned—the dream. His hands gripping her as if she belonged t
The sharp scent of burning sugar hit Kaelani’s nose a second too late. She whipped the oven door open, coughing as smoke curled out in a bitter wave. The tray of croissants, once golden and perfect, was now blackened beyond saving. “Damn it,” she muttered, sliding them out and clattering the tray o
He stilled in the hallway, his expression unaffected. Slowly, he lifted a hand to his collar, inhaling. Her scent still lingered faintly there—sweet, stubborn. His wolf stirred, restless. “I’ll send a jet,” he said at last. “In a few days.” “Why not now?” She pressed, almost pleading. “Because I







