Chapter 22. I’m Not Done Eating

Lilith POV

How do I even begin to explain this situation?

I was laid out on the bed, breathing heavily, legs spread wide and open for one of the most dangerous Alphas in the pack while his face, oh goddess, his face was just inches away from my soaked panties.

With just one swipe, Claude could tear them aside and see everything. He’d see just how hot and dripping I was for him, how much all my juices had already coated my folds, slick and glistening.

He would see me bare, exposed, and aching for him.

I swallowed hard as I saw the wicked smile slowly spread across Claude’s face, and when his tongue flicked across the bottom of his lip, I realized something, this man was looking at me like a starving beast who had just found his favorite meal.

And for some reason, that made a whimper slip from my lips, the urge to arch my back and press myself closer to him becoming utterly unbearable.

“Such pretty panties,” Claude murmured, his voice l