Chapter 58

Draven’s POV

I guided Maeve out of the castle toward the eastern border of our pack’s territory, where the river wound cool and clear. She writhed with pain, each tremor of her body set off by her heat, yet her delicate scent and rising arousal intoxicated me completely. As the burning sun slipped behind the distant hills, I sent a silent link to every sentinel:

“Stay clear of the eastern border.” Then I turned back to Maeve.

My chest heaved with the same desperate need that wracked her. The heady rush of her scent, the hungry look in her eyes—it drove me wild. I wanted to claim her again and again, on every surface, in every position. I needed to be buried inside her.

Instinct flicked to life. I cupped her waist and pulled us flush together. At the softest brush of my fingers, she moaned, breath hot against my chest. My hand slid into her hair, tilting her head back so I could devour her mouth. My tongue plunged into her, tasting her sweet desire as