Chapter 3

Marcus's apartment was exactly what Luna had expected—stark, functional, a place to exist rather than live. But she transformed it simply by being there, her presence filling the empty spaces with warmth and wild energy.

"So serious," she murmured, backing him toward the bedroom. "Always so controlled."

"Control keeps me civilized."

"Maybe I don't want you civilized." She pulled his shirt over his head, her hands exploring the planes of his chest. He was beautiful—pale skin stretched over lean muscle, centuries of predatory grace contained in human form. "Maybe I want you wild."

Marcus caught her wrists, holding her still, his eyes blazing with silver fire. "You don't know what you're asking."

"Don't I?" Luna rolled her hips against him, and his control cracked visibly. "I'm a werewolf, Marcus. I know exactly what I'm asking for."

When he released her wrists, she immediately went for his belt, her movements urgent and sure. He caught the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion.

Luna reveled in the way his eyes devoured her—all curves and smooth skin and barely contained power. She'd never been shy about her body, and the hunger in Marcus's gaze made her feel like a goddess.

"You're sure about this?" he asked, even as his hands mapped the landscape of her body.

"I've never been more sure of anything." She pressed her lips to his chest, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin. "I want you, Marcus. All of you."

He lifted her easily, carrying her to the bed with vampire strength. When he laid her down, she reached for him, pulling him down into another kiss. This one was deeper, hungrier, full of months of suppressed desire finally finding expression.

"I need to feed," he warned her, his fangs fully extended now.