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, as though my presence had paralyzed him. His fingers pressed into the sheets, legs splayed wide, breath coming in ragged pants as his eyes greedily drank me in.