Lucian’s POVThe way I claimed her lips wasn’t a slow, hesitant embrace. I kissed her like my life depended on it, like lovers about to be torn apart by forces beyond their control.“Mmmm…” she moaned into the kiss.I didn't hesitate. With one quick sweep of my arm, I scattered the stacks of books across my desk, sending them crashing to the floor. I didn't care about the mess or the work it would take to clean up later—right now, control was entirely out of my reach.For years, my wolf, Viking, had been dormant. But the second I heard Brielle in distress, he surged back to life. It was as if he could feel every single thing surging through her: her tears, her pain, her longing—and her raw, unfiltered desire.Suddenly, she broke the kiss, panting heavily. Her chest heaved, revealing a glimpse of soft skin where two buttons of her T-shirt had popped open in our frenzy.Outside, the roar from the Briarwood pitch swelled as the crowd cheered for victory, but the noise felt miles away.“I’
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