As we enter, Caden fist-bumps Ryan. Ryan flashes me a grin as Caden pulls me onto his lap. I feel every eye in the bar shift to us—curious, stunned, envious.
“Well, they want a show, let’s give them a show,” he whispers, and before I can respond, he crashes his lips against mine.
I moan, melting into the kiss, my fingers sliding through his hair. It’s intoxicating—between the ailm bond and the mate bond, the emotions swirling between us make me dizzy. It’s too easy to lose myself in the sensation, in him.
It feels amazing.
After a while, Caden pulls back just enough to peck my lips and run his thumb over my bottom lip. His other hand rests firmly on my thigh, making sure my legs stay tightly pressed together.
“So… is this really it?” May asks cautiously, eyeing him. “No more messing a
