The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate
"My mate..." Delilah whispered against Lucian's ear.
Her hands glided over Lucian's broad shoulders, tracing the contours of his muscular chest. With a swift movement, she tore open his shirt, revealing his distinctive marking. As her fingers delicately traced the intricate patterns, each touch ignited a spark, illuminating his marking like a radiant fleck of sunlight. Delilah locked eyes with Lucian, a seductive gaze that sent a shiver down his spine, and a titillating smirk that fueled his longing.