For a heartbeat, she just stared at me like I’d set the room on fire with my bare hands. Her lips parted, still tasting of mine, her breath unsteady, her eyes—fierce, wild, confused.
Then came the sass.
“Oh, brilliant. Just brilliant,” she hissed, shoving me square in the chest. “Alpha Gregor, ladies and gentlemen. Guard dog of the century, kissing his ‘future princess’ like he’s auditioning for some trashy palace drama.”
The shove didn’t move me an inch. I stood there, still breathing her in, my wolf practically salivating over the fact that she hadn’t actually slapped me.
“You kissed me back,” I rumbled, low and dangerous.
Her jaw dropped. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me.” I leaned in, close enough to watch her blush rise like fire under her skin. “You didn’t pull away. You kissed me ba
