Feral Beacon

ROWAN’S POV

The frame groans, metal buckling, my window shattering inward, and with the broken glass comes the full force of his scent, and the heat responds to it with a ferocity that breaks something inside me.

My core clenches so hard I gasp and wetness floods between my thighs and the ache that has been building all night blooms into something so consuming that my vision whites out at the ed