I sat on the plush couch, fingers tracing the edge of my wine glass, the remnants of our romantic dinner lingering in the air like a promise. Ivory's eyes had been devouring me all evening, her alpha presence filling the room with an electric charge.
She was all sharp angles and commanding grace, her long, ebony Ioc hair cascading over shoulders that spoke of power, the silky strands brushing her skin like a dark veil.
The teasing touches during dinner—her hand on my thigh under the table, her breath hot against my ear as she whispered filthy promises—had built a fire in me that now threatened to consume us both.
Ivory leaned in closer, her lips brushing my neck before she pulled back just enough to meet my gaze.
''You've been teasing me all night, Emily,'' she growled, her voice low and possessive. ''Now it's my turn to claim what's mine. I can smell how wet you are already—dripping for your alpha.''
"Teasing? You are just saying things!"
"Is that so?"
