Moonlit Desires

Leo. Emily's sleeping form nestled against me, her warmth seeping through my clothes and setting my skin ablaze. My wolf, Dominick, paced restlessly within me, his desire mirroring my own. She was so close, so tantalizingly near, yet still out of reach. I watched her eyelashes flutter against her cheeks, like the delicate wings of a butterfly. The urge to claim her, to mark her as mine—as ours—was almost overwhelming. She was a delicious little morsel, a tempting treat that I longed to devour. But I knew I couldn't. Not yet. Emily wasn't like the other girls I'd been with in the past. She wasn't some random hookup, a nameless face to satisfy a primal urge. She was our mate, our future Luna, and more importantly, she was Emily. Fierce, stubborn, magical Emily, who challenged us at every turn and set our world on fire—sometimes literally. "Leo," Logan's voice echoed in my head through our mind link. "You're projecting again. We can practically taste your lust from here." I growled softly