Although Violet searched for an escape, she knew deep down there was no outrunning this. The fever had already sunk its claws into her, clouding her thoughts, leaving her lightheaded and painfully aware of every inch of her body that ached for her mate.
But not like this. Not when Wraith had taken the reins. If he caught her like this, there would be no restraint, just raw, consuming need —and that was exactly what Thalia, her crazy wolf, wanted.
Sure, Violet was into rough sex, but she sure as hell wasn't about to let her mate reduce her to nothing but something to be claimed. At least, not without a fight.
Violet finally made it down the stairs, but she could feel him right behind her, closing in fast. Asher's breath ghosted against the back of her neck, so close that if she faltered for even a second, he would have her.
