The fire between us had burned out, but the smoke lingered.

I lay on the floorboards, chest heaving, skin slick with sweat, Luka’s arm heavy across my waist. His breath was rough against the back of my neck, wolf still snarling low in his chest like he hadn’t come down from the high.

But I had.

The room reeked of us, heat, sweat, sex and no amount of steady breathing could erase the truth. We’d crossed a line neither of us could take back.

“Raine…” Luka’s voice was a rasp, low ...