Touch me tender, Break me wild: A Steamy Compilation
I let them for a moment, the sensation grounding me, relating to them as my flawed kin, bodies marked by the same moon.
From the shadows, a roar erupted—Drake bursting free, spectral wolves dissolving into smoke around him, his scars smoking from the ethereal bites. Blood trickled down his arms, but his eyes locked on me, wild with relief and possession. 'Luna!' He charged Mira, tackling her to the ground, pinning her arms. She thrashed, spitting curses, her barren scent sharp now, like wilted earth. The pack stilled, breaths held, suspense coiling tight as dialogues flew.