Seraphina's POV
Mortimer leaned in, his breath hitching against my ear, his voice thick with a hunger he wasn't trying to hide anymore.
He started to slant his head, his mouth hunting for mine.
Just as his breath ghosted over my lips—just as we were about to collide—I gasped out his name. "Mortimer."
I shoved my palms against his chest.
Even through the fabric of his shirt, the heat coming off him was searing, making my voice shake.
I had to fight my own wolf, dragging Lily back from the edge of surrender and forcing my pheromones to stay locked down.
Mortimer stalled. The haze in his eyes cleared for a split second.
He stared at me, and I forced the words out, cold and steady. "This isn't in the contract."
His eyelids flickered, a flash of confusion crossing his face like he hadn
