No Place for a Packless Wolf
She grabbed the heavy lapels of his jacket and pulled him down.
Their kiss was sudden and aggressive. No slow build-up, just raw, pent-up adrenaline from the night's tension snapping all at once. Alexander’s hand tangled in her hair, tilting her head to deepen the kiss, completely uncaring of their audience. The surrounding crowd of supernatural elites, billionaires, and exiled royalty collectively averted their eyes, terrified of staring too long at the God of War claiming his mate.
Chloe finally broke the kiss, her chest heaving, her dark eyes completely dilated.
"Get me out of here," she ordered.