(Rayla’s POV)
I don’t know how long Ryan held me against the door after whispering “I can’t wait to mark you.” I only know that every breath burned. My knees felt like they belonged to someone else—soft, unreliable, useless. My fingers were still curled in the front of his shirt, knuckles white, fighting to keep any kind of balance as heat surged through my veins so fiercely I could barely think. Mayra was absolutely no help. He should take you upstairs. Her voice was a rolling purr. This house has too many interruptions. Drag him. Now. “I am not dragging him anywhere,” I hissed inside my head, though my body very much disagreed and leaned into Ryan like he was oxygen.
Then let him drag you, she countered smugly. It would be faster. I groaned. And Soul wasn’t any better. I could feel h
