SERAPHINA
His mouth crashes onto mine, and the world explodes.
It's not gentle. Not soft. His hand is fisted in my hair, holding me in place, and his kiss is demanding, almost violent. His other hand grips my hip hard enough to bruise, pulling me against him.
I should push him away. Should fight this. Should remind him—and myself—that we hate each other.
Instead, I kiss him back just as desperately.
Luna surges forward with a howl of triumph. "Yes! Finally! Our mate!"
My hands find his shoulders, his chest, not sure if I'm pushing him away or pulling him closer. His body is all hard muscle and heat, and when he groans into my mouth, the sound vibrates through me.
I hate him. I hate this bond. I hate that my body is responding like this.
But gods, I want him.
His hand slides from m
