“Elara, get the tome…” The last words of her sister Nora rang in her ears, and her heart clenched. Elara’s heart thundered in her chest as she ran, each step heavy with exhaustion, each breath a struggle. Sex The world around her faded away, reduced to the rhythm of their bodies moving together, a dance of predator and prey. The sound seemed to ignite something in the beast, its growl vibrating through her body, pulling her deeper into its powerful thrall. She surrendered to the sensations washing over her. Every twig snap made her flinch, every hoot of an owl set her on edge. A new hunger stirred within her, terrifying and thrilling all at once, and she realized this path wouldn’t merely demand her magic—it would demand her body, her lust, and a willingness to become something far more dangerous than she’d ever dreamed. Her body rocked back against him, craving that deep, primal connection, desperate to take him all in. She had to maintain the spell and keep the creature entranced without doing anything that would provoke it. Elara’s mind raced. The sensation was overwhelming—each inch of him stretched her to her very limits leaving her breathless and gasping. The werewolf moved closer, the silver light of the moon streaming through the open window highlighted every detail of him; the lines
