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Spent. She pressed her hand against the glass. And smiled. Because it was done. And it had only just begun. She turned from the window, the light catching the red streak drying along her hip, a reminder of the crown she wore inside her skin now. No one could take it off her. No cloth could cover it. It wasn't stitched or forged. It had been fucked into her bones, carved between her ribs, coaxed out with pain and praise and the kind of love that didn’t need names—just gasps and obedience.

I'm ready for whatever comes next and willing to take our passions to the next level. Standing before the mirror, she felt a surge of confidence and sensuality wash over her. The red lingerie seemed to awaken a side of her that had long been dormant, one that craved passion and adventure. It had transformed her into a seductress, empowering her with a newfound allure. She revealed her lingerie-clad self to him, watching as desire ignited in his eyes.

she responded in a calm voice "So, I asked for directions from the staff, then they said I'm late, then they lead me to your penthouse and pushed me locking me inside," she said looking at Theo. Theo watched her body language carefully and the way she talks but he is unconvinced. She was starting to get irritated at his all-knowing and cynical behaviour. *** ‘I think she went there voluntary’ So he test her and went to her side trying to his if she is tempted or immune to his charms. He-wolves are very charming in alluring a mate especially if she even more if she is imprinted by him already before the grand ritual during the full moon.

So I let my instinct take over. Squatting down beside her, I allow myself to touch her skin delicately with my fingertips; it is icy. Her heartbeat slows visibly. Glancing around the dilapidated room, I can hardly imagine the abuse she must have suffered. Blood leaks from various wounds; her dress is torn lengthwise, revealing an emaciated body. You could count her ribs; her bones would break with every unfortunate movement. The smell of vanilla is accompanied by the odors of the room: blood, sweat, and urine. Who could have locked her in such a place? A presence behind me makes me surge forward, protecting what is mine. I put myself on top of her body,no one will approach her; she is mine!

I was beginning to see just how impatient I truly was. This small, yet feisty woman, had taken my mind, body, and soul hostage. She had unknowingly inserted herself into every waking thought, every dream, and every fiber of my being. Her presence was a constant, thrumming hum, a vibration that resonated deep within my chest. I was no longer my own, but a captive of her spirit, her fire. She completely devoured me without her even knowing it… and for the first time, I thought maybe her dreamwalking wasn't so bad.

She said that is what she wants, so I have been pinning my hopes on building her trust one day at a time. I have her contract lying on the counter nearby. Even unsigned, it still tells me her areas of interest. The paper is crinkled and creased. I have memorized her desires, her needs and interests. I have a few things I want to implement tonight. She wants new adventures and I'm going to give them to her. I turned when I heard the bedroom door opening down the hall. I waited patiently for Honey to come through the door. I watched her as she reached the threshold. She was utterly beautiful but trepidation marred her features. She was wearing a teddy made of some gauzy material. Her breasts w

DOMINIC’S POV She knocks at 7:58 PM meaning she’s the kind of woman who arrives two minutes early for her own corruption. I can smell her through the door before she touches the handle – vanilla shampoo and coffee and the warm note underneath that is exclusively hers, layered over the unmistakable chemical marker of my son’s wolf bond that clings to her skin like territorial graffiti. And underneath all of it – arousal. Already pooling. Before I’ve said a word. “Come in.”

Mine, the wolf rumbles, thick with absolute possessive heat. My mouth goes a little dry. I cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the wooden post of the tent, completely captivated. I have seen her in silk gowns and I have seen her in the elegant robes of a Luna, but seeing her like this—covered in sawdust, commanding a construction site with fierce, radiant determination—is the most intoxicating thing I have ever witnessed. I want to march across the courtyard, throw her over my shoulder, and find an intact room in the ruins to remind her exactly whose mark she wears. I take a step forward, my mind already entirely in the gutter.

“Okay. It’s okay. I won’t touch you” She digs her nails into her thighs. “This isn’t normal.” My wolf whines. At some point they must have separated again. “Not normal how?” I ask. She shudders. “Like… I need something. Like I’m burning.” her face flushes. “And I’m aching.” Her eyes dart down between her thighs. Realization hits. “An aphrodisiac.” I grip the wheel hard. “I’ll take you to the infirmary.”

I murmured, stepping closer. She did not respond, her focus entirely on the bed. I froze as realization dawned. She was trying to climb onto the mattress, the very thing she had stubbornly avoided since her arrival. I stood there, watching as she dragged herself onto it, her body trembling with the effort. When she finally settled into the bed, it seemed to come alive, shifting and wrapping around her like a protective cocoon. Her breathing began to slow, her pale cheeks gaining a faint blush of color as our enchanted bond worked its magic.