Dean's POV
Kane shifted back to human form, his claws retracting, his fur disappearing—but the moment he was fully flesh again, he was hard.
I couldn't even blame him.
Elena was temptation incarnate.
Her naked body glistened in the dim light, her curves sinful, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. She smelled like sex and something darker, something dangerous, something that made my instincts scream in warning.
And then there were her eyes.
Black.
Empty.
Dripping with raw, insatiable hunger.
It wasn't just lust—it was something deeper, something primal, all-consuming. It pulled at us like a force of nature, like a black hole dragging everything into its abyss.
And Kane, the stupid animal, was already falling.
His breath hitched, his entire body tensed, and I knew that his wolf was no longer thinking with reason—but with his cock.
Fucking idiot.
Elena's lips curled into a sultry smile, her hands running over her body, and then she beckoned us forward.
