TERESA

"Spread for us, little wolf."

The command came out like smoke, curling into my chest, wrapping itself around every nerve I had left.

Keller’s voice was rough and hungry. It was the kind of sound that could make me fold without a single touch.

My robe slipped from my shoulders, pooling at my feet. I felt the air bite my skin and my chest rise and fall too fast.

Their gazes hit me at the same time and it kept dragging over me like they already owned me.

Their eyes ...