Elara’s body still trembled from the intense orgasm that had ripped through her in the garden. Her legs felt weak, slick coating her inner thighs as Alpha Damien Blackthorn held her firmly against the tree, his powerful arms caging her in. His ocean-blue eyes burned with raw possession, his chest rising and falling heavily against her heavy breasts. He didn’t let her pull away this time. His grip on her waist tightened, possessive and unyielding.

"No more running, little wolf," he growled low, voice thick with barely restrained lust. "You’ve tortured me for days with the memory of your scent, your tight cunt clenching around my fingers, those needy moans...