EVELINE A frustrated groan tore from her throat as she rolled onto her back, staring up into the dark room. Her thighs clenched tightly together, but it did nothing to stop the hollow ache pulsing between her legs. It was maddening. Every breath she took carried a faint, lingering trace of him from the pillows, from the room, from the very air of the villa. Touch yourself, her wolf whispered, restless and completely shameless. You know what you want. Imagine his hands. “No,” Eveline muttered into the empty space. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to force herself to sleep. But the darkness only sharpened the memory. His voice in the basement, low and rough against her ear. His broad palm hooking into her skirt, pulling her flush against his hard chest. The way his eyes had flashed amber, ready to devour her right there against the metal table. Her hips shifted against the mattress of their own accord. A shudder ran through her, and before she could stop herself, her right han
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