They barely made it back to Xander’s room.
The moment the heavy door clicked shut behind them, the tension that had been building since the balcony exploded. Xander’s hands found Claire’s waist, pulling her flush against him as his mouth crashed down on hers. The kiss was no longer gentle or careful — it was raw, desperate, and filled with everything they had been holding back under the full moon’s pull.
Claire gasped into his mouth, her fingers immediately tangling in his dark hair, tugging him closer. The mate bond flared between them like wildfire, hot and bright, flooding her senses with his need, his love, his barely-contained hunger. She could feel his wolf just beneath the surface, restless and yearning, pushing against Xander’s control.
“Claire,” he groaned against her lips, the
