Alpha Evon’s smirk lingered as his eyes darkened, hunger blazing in them. With one smooth motion, he slid his shirt off his broad shoulders, letting the fabric fall to the floor, exposing the hard planes of his chest and the tension in his muscles as he moved.
He didn’t hesitate, hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it with ease before his fingers worked his pants open. The sound of the zipper coming down seemed to echo in my mind, every small action heightened, making my pulse race.
I knew what it meant. I knew what was coming and my body and soul waited patiently for it.
He kicked his pants off, his body moving with deliberate ease, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Turn around,” he commanded, his voice low, filled with unspoken promises.
His hands caressed my hips as I moved without he
