NOAH’S POV

“You’re playing with fire, little wolf.”

I smirked, not backing down. “Then burn me.”

The bathroom air was thick with heat—steam from the shower, tension between us, and something raw, primal. Ares stood before me like a shadow draped in flame—wild, dominant, unrelenting. His eyes bore into mine, golden amber glowing with something dangerous and divine.

I reached up slowly, letting my fingers glide along his waist line, teasing. My heart thudded, not just from ...