Betrayed By My Alpha Mate
I lifted her in one fluid motion, her arms locking around my neck as I crossed the room and dropped her onto the mattress.
“Dylan—” she gasped, grinding against me desperately.
Kara lay on the bed, bare and glowing like something forged in fire. Her eyes—half-lidded, wild, held me in place. The heat wasn’t gone. Just simmering under the surface, waiting to boil over again.
She turned slowly toward me, her lips parted, her legs curling instinctively as her scent drifted over. My name wasn’t spoken, but her body called to me. I stood, every muscle tight with restraint, and came to kneel between her knees.