Chapter 42

Maeve’s POV

The air between us crackled with tension as Draven’s dark gaze roamed over my body, lingering insistently. I couldn’t hide the satisfaction tugging at my lips—he knew exactly how much delight I took in his growing torment. Adie’s spirit hummed within me, urging me on.

His eyes flicked up and down me, burning with raw need, and I let myself grin inwardly. Finally, he was losing the restraint he’d fought so hard to maintain. Good. I was tired of being the only one wounded by our mate bond. As his Luna and his mate, I deserved respect—and soon enough, Draven would be begging for my love rather than withholding himself. By the looks of him now, I wouldn’t have to do much to make him give in.

Draven lay frozen on the bed, his pupils nearly black with desire. Every muscle in his body was still, a