Dante's POV

Robert turned to the door and left. I felt my claws sink into the table but I put myself under control.

“Come in."

Erica walked in and I felt my wolf leap at the sight of her. I could barely control myself. My breathing was erratic and my body was tense. I wanted to grab her and kiss her. I wanted to make her mine.

“Erica…”

Her name was like milk on my tongue and it escaped my lips in a desire-filled breathy way.

Her eyes dazzled me but in their beauty, there was a deep sadness.

I rushed to her. My body wanted to feel her against...