The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
aching.
He stood in the center of the room, his chest rising and falling, his silver eyes... black. They were black with a desire so raw, so feral, it was terrifying.
"That," he panted, his voice a raw rasp, "was your first lesson. Seduction is a weapon, little mate. And you... have no defense against me."
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"I won the wager," he said, his voice a low, victorious growl. "I could take you, right here, on this floor, and your body would beg me for it."