The moon had slipped low, its pale silver casting long shadows through Draven’s chambers. The light splintered over the dark walls, over the bed where he had once taken countless lovers. Tonight, however, there was no peace in the familiar warmth. Lydia moved silently, like a predator who had known his habits for years. She wore dark silk, clinging to her curves as if it were part of her skin. Her perfume was sharp and sweet, designed to stir desire, and it did—at first. Draven’s wolf growled low, restless, demanding release, and he let her close. “You dismissed them all,” she whispered, sliding her body against his as if claiming territory. “But you can’t hide from me.” Draven’s hands caught her hips instinctively. The feel of her against him—soft, warm, familiar—was almost comforting. Her lips found his neck, pressing hot, wet kisses against his pulse point. The scent of her hair, the heat of her body, the slow slide of her hands against him—it should have been enough to ig
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