The kiss in Kaelion’s study was nothing like the tentative ones of before.
It was fire—hot, greedy, consuming.
Jenna’s hands trembled against the hard plane of his chest, not from fear, but from the overwhelming weight of his presence. The Alpha King didn’t kiss like a man searching for answers. He kissed like he was claiming the truth from her lips, like he could devour every lie, every hesitation, and leave her bare beneath his gaze.
Her body pressed back against the edge of his desk as his fingers curled into the sheer fabric of her nightwear, the delicate material doing nothing to hide the curves beneath.
“You’re hiding something from me,” he murmured against her lips, his voice low, dangerous, laced with the kind of authority that made her heartbeat stutter. “And I’m going to find
