Celeste’s P.O.V
Thorne had just returned from a meeting with the elders while I draped myself in a lacy sheer white dress that clung to my curves and skimmed right above my thighs.
I needed to reclaim the position that I held in his heart. I knew much had not changed except for the fact that he was pissed about my recent actions. But I was here to change things and since the full moon—Thorne’s most dreaded day— would be coming up in three days, I needed to be there for him.
His hazel eyes flickered to me, a glint of passion and fury burning in them as his eyes slithered down my face to my thighs. I swayed my hips towards him in deliberation, carefully sitting on his lap and when my ass grazed with the bulge in his pants, a smirk crept at the corner of my mouth.
He couldn’t push me a
