-Helena-
I found myself on the dance floor later in the evening, with Killian twirling me around and eliciting laughter from me as he joked around and whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Wylder was certainly right—I wouldn’t last.
With each passing minute, I grew more turned on, unable to shake the desire to have my mates all to myself and to engage in activities that mates typically did in private. Or perhaps not always in private. There was something thrilling about the prospect of being caught.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself, little one,” Killian observed.
“Very much,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“So, the night turned out all right then?”
“Better than all right.”
“You seemed to have changed from one second to another. Care to share why?”
“I told you, I decide
