Anna's POV:

"Close your eyes," Alexander says, that low murmur in his voice that makes my pulse trip over itself.

My stomach drops—not in a bad way. Last night floods back in a rush: the grass prickling my back, his hands everywhere, his breath against my neck as he counted off what I could or couldn't touch. My face goes hot in an instant.

'He already had you seven times,' my wolf mutters, dry as a stone. 'What could he possibly need ...