Third Person POV

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The bathroom hung heavy with steam, every breath thick like syrup, stretching seconds into eternity.

Aubrey’s mind blanked, then flooded with panic and shame. She wanted to turn, to flee, but her body betrayed her–rooted in place, caught and pinned beneath the searing weight of Henry’s eyes. They burned into her skin, cataloging every inch, every tremor, as though deciding exactly where to strike to taste her weakness.

His silence pressed harder than any words.

Gooseflesh prickled across her bare arms.

“I… I didn’t know you were in here.” Her voice scraped low, dry, her hands flying to cover her breasts in a desperate shield.

At last, Henry moved.

a wolf certain of its kill. Water still trickled down the sculpted ridges of his chest and stomach, each step radiating heat and dominance until

said, his voice husky, roughened by

his palm slapped the door shut behind

was so faint it

leaving damp


lulled by the touch of a dominant alpha, drunk on the intimacy. Aubrey herself shuddered, her

stroking in slow, burning passes, a strangled breath broke from her throat, half whimper, half moan. Her legs buckled, and only his arm around her

And then she felt it–hard, heavy,

stomach.

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her lips, his nose almost

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fell, rapid, unsteady. His too, the strain of control evident in every corded muscle holding her close but

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