Regina kissed and licked her way down his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she went. When she reached his belt, she glanced up at him without hiding the need in her eyes, pure and primal.

She left off and sat back on her calves and put both hands on his chest. "She's loud, right now. The Evil Queen." Dyson didn't like when she talked about herself this way but it was the only language she had for what she felt. "The black magic is loud. Because I'm hurt. I need to be yours right now, not hers, not mine. Just yours."

Claim me. Mate with me, wolf. Strange, but she felt almost shy about those words. She'd say them if she needed to, but it would be easier if he just understood.