NOAH’S POV

“I know you’re awake, little Leister,” Ares said, his voice a velvet rasp laced with dark amusement. “Enough with the games.”

My breath caught in my throat.

Every instinct I had screamed run.

But Ellis?

That damn wolf was purring inside me like she was rolling around on a velvet rug dipped in hormones.

Perverted mutt, I muttered internally.

She moaned in response. “You know we don’t have to play hard to get. He’s ours, babygirl. Ours to claim,” she purred, ...