Salvatore’s POV

Lycus arrived at my room two hours later. Once the door of the room closed, he pinned me to the bed.

“Can—can we f-f*ck?” Sharp, sweet need ran through our bond and both of us gasped at the sensation. It was Lycus’s emotions and the demand from his wolf.

“Yes.” I pressed our lips together, sliding a hand through his hair to cup his head. The feeling was so good as Lycus opened his mouth allowing us to kiss. We groaned and the pleasure of our ...