Liana’s POV
Jaden’s hands were still on my waist. I could feel the heat of his skin through my dress, his breath coming faster after my kiss. Clara stood there, her eyes narrowed, arms tight across her chest like a wall. I saw the anger in her face, the way she tried to hide her pain.
That just made me want to go further. If she thought she could come back here and steal him, she needed to see what it meant to be his mate now.
I slid my hands down over Jaden’s chest, slow and teasing, loving the way his muscles tensed under my touch. He watched me, confused but already hard, his need for me obvious. Clara didn’t move or speak. She just watched, her jaw clenched, breaths sharp.
I sank to my knees in front of him, hair spilling over my shoulders, the floor cold but my body hot. My heart
