Jackson's POV

I rose from the bed slowly, every muscle heavy yet satisfied, my skin still humming from the night. The air was thick with the smell of us, sweat, desire, the sharp tang of release clinging to the sheets.

She lay sprawled across them, her body bare and glistening, hair tangled across the pillow, lips still parted as if she’d been left mid-breath. The Alpha’s daughter. Exhausted. Spent. Her chest rose in shallow, uneven rhythm, her skin flushed where my mouth had lingered, ...