Warning: Mature Content Ahead.
Dear Moon.
I flopped back against the pillows, the heat crawling up my neck like I'd just been roasted alive. My hands hovered awkwardly over my body like I was about to attempt surgery without a license.
He stood beside the bed, arms crossed, watching like a coach at a recital. My heart hammered so loud I thought it might jump out of my chest and run for cover.
"Look at the way he waits," my wolf murmured, purring low in the back of my mind. "Only a true Alpha holds back his own hunger to feed yours first. That's the kind of male who leads a pack. That's the kind we deserve."
I paused, hands trembling. I wasn't sure where to start. My fingers brushed uncertainly, and I flinched at the sensation.
"Don't overthink it," he murmured, standing by the bed now, eyes trained on me with an intensity that made my skin buzz. "Start slow. Just touch. Explore. Like you're figuring out what makes you melt."
Melt? I was already pudding. But okay. I could… try?
