All Chapters of The Lullaby of Wolfbane: Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

The heat doesn’t creep in anymore. It hunts.It rises in a hard, fast rush that turns my skin too tight and my thoughts too slippery, until the only thing that feels real is Adrian’s bare chest under my palms and the steady thud of his heart like an anchor hammered into my ribs. I’m straddling his lap, trembling with the effort of staying upright and staying sane, and he’s holding me by the hips like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he loosens his grip.He looks less like a prince now and more like a man barely keeping a wolf behind his eyes.His gaze drags over my throat, my pulse, my mouth, then snaps back to my eyes like it physically costs him to look anywhere else.His voice comes out rough. “Abby.”I swallow, throat dry. “What?”He doesn’t answer right away. His nostrils flare as he breathes me in, and the sound he makes is low and involuntary, like his control just slipped a tooth.Then he says, very clearly, “Tell m

The heat doesn’t vanish like a snapped thread. It unknots slowly.When I wake this time, the frantic pull is quieter, still there, still humming under my skin, but no longer screaming. What is loud is everything else. My body aches in the deep, satisfied way that makes it clear the last day and a half wasn’t a dream. My thighs protest when I shift. My hips feel bruised. My throat is tender where Adrian marked me, and my mark on him throbs faintly when I swallow, like my wolf is still smug about it. I lie there for a moment and breathe. Then I turn my head. Adrian is asleep on his side, facing me, one arm curved in a loose, unconscious guard around my space like even his rest protects. He looks… peaceful. Not guarded. Not carved out of duty. Just a man sleeping. It hits me so hard my chest tightens. I shouldn’t have to wake him. I hate that my body still needs him so badly that the thought of distance makes my skin itch. I shift c