Love of the Lycan
The silky gown she wore clung to her body in all the right places, accentuating her flawless curves, causing a surge of heat to course through him, eliciting an instinctive response that caused his lips to instinctively moisten.
Yet beneath the surface, a primal force stirred within Giovanni. The untamed nature of his inner wolf surged to the forefront, its hunger demanding to be sated. Isabella, his destined Mate, had finally entered his life, awakening an insatiable desire to consume her completely, both figuratively and literally. The intensity of his yearning was overwhelming, as if time itself were fleeting, urging him to claim her without delay.