Meadow’s POV:

Alaric didn’t say a word, but he grew tense behind me, and I could swear that I heard him swallow.

I wasn’t done speaking. “But what I want right now… is for you to fuck me against this glass—whether these people are watching or not.”

“Fuck,” Alaric cursed roughly. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby. So beautiful. Such a good girl.” He stepped backward to give me a little room. “Now, bend over for me, and don’t take your hands off that window.”

I ...