Elena POV:
Looking at his face was my worst mistake.
Those eyes—dark, dangerous, and full of promises—pulled me into a place I couldn't escape. A place where passion reigned, where he whispered promises of things I'd never experienced but desperately craved. And then he touched me.
Goddess, his touch. It was gentle, almost reverent, but the fire it ignited in me was anything but. His fingers brushed against my skin, and it was like he was spreading molten desire throughout my body. My wolf, already teetering on the edge of sanity, was pushing her horniness onto me in waves.
Yep. I was a goner. A lost cause. A burning train wreck hurtling toward a cliff, and the brakes were nowhere to be found. I was going to regret this when I was sober because now?
Now, I was definitely not sober.