Aurelius’s POV

I’d spent years perfecting control and learning to contain the wolf, to keep it leashed, to never let it dictate my actions. I’d built walls so high and so thick that nothing could penetrate them.

Ivan had demolished every single one in less than a month.

And now, with him spread beneath me, flushed and panting and completely mine, I couldn’t remember why I’d fought so hard to keep him at a distance.

“Aurelius,” he gasped as I worked him with my mouth, my hands, everything I had. “Please, I need…”

I pulled back, crawling up his body until we were face to face. “What do you need?”...