Rowan’s POV

She didn’t know just how much I wanted to be buried between those legs.

Or the things I wanted to do to her.

She was my mate. But I couldn’t.

Not after what I knew.

Yet Liandren Greymond was testing every layer holding me together, and a twisted part of me loved it.

“You don’t have to answer,” she said, her hot breath brushing against my skin as her finger worked gently against my shaft.

It stole my breath effortlessly.

For six years, I had sworn myself to restraint ...