ROSE’S POV

I sat cross-legged on the big bed in our bedroom back in the werewolf territory, the laptop balanced on my thighs. The house was quiet except for the soft rustle of Damien moving around in the walk-in closet.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a long minute before I finally typed the letters.

BDSM.

Enter.

The screen filled with results, and my face went up in flames instantly.

Pictures. Articles. Videos. Words I’d never seen before—words like “submissive,” “dominant,” “flogging,” “bondage,” “impact play.” There were lists of toys: cuffs, paddles, ropes, plugs. Descriptions of scenes that made my heart race and my stomach flip all at once....