Kael’s POV
Her body pressed against mine and I froze. I had trained for war, for pain and mostly, for control, but not for this, not for her body rubbing against me like she needed me more than air. Her hands touched me again, fingers digging into my shoulders. Heat rolled off her skin and my self-control slipped a little each second.
“Lyra,” I said, voice strained and low.
She breathed hard and buried her face in my chest. She inhaled like she needed my scent to breathe. Her lips brushed my skin and I felt everything at once. My hands gripped her waist to stop her but she moved again, rubbing between my legs with a slow desperate need.
“You have a seductive scent,” she whispered, her voice shaking.
I tried to pull her away but she held tighter. Her nails dragged down my back through
