The Hidden Hybrid’s Redemption
The persistent, heavy ache between my thighs had reached an absolute boiling point, the friction of my leather trousers driving my core into a wet, burning fever.
"The world is coming to tear down your throne, Lyra," Killian rasped, his breath hot and ragged against my lips as his wolf clawed frantically at the surface. "But my wolf doesn't care about their black ships or their overseas kings. He wants to mark his Queen before the first sail hits the horizon. He wants to taste your absolute surrender in the shadow of the coming war."
"Then take what is yours, Killian," I challenged, my own fangs extending fully as my fingers clawed desperately into the thick, corded muscles of his bare arms.