SEX AND SINS: The Alpha's Forbidden Claim
Focus.
Then it comes again—this time not just sound, but touch.
A breeze, but heavier. The brush of fingers ghosting across my cheek, slow, deliberate, sensual. My breath catches hard in my throat, my skin prickling as though fire traces the path.
I snap my head around, eyes wide, teeth biting down hard on my bottom lip. My whole body vibrates with the effort to resist, to not show the way I’m unraveling.
“Okay. That’s it. I cannot deal with this.” The words break free under my breath.