Kiss Of The Cursed Alpha
Her hands fisted in his shirt, and a low, desperate sound escaped her throat, a growl neither of them expected.
She melted for half a second.
Then bit his lip.
Hard.
He growled against her mouth, fire blooming in his chest, in his groin, the bond humming..
When they pulled apart, panting, flushed, magic crackling in the air, the envoy was smiling.
“Much better,” she said. “Let’s hope it wasn’t just for show.”
Lyra
Her lips still tingled.
Her heart beat like it wanted out of her chest.
The kiss was supposed to be fake.