Lana’s POV
His lips, holy s**t!
His lips claimed mine again and again, hard and desperate, as though kissing me was the only thing keeping him alive.
A muffled whimper escaped me when his fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me closer until I could taste the frustration on his breath. My pulse thundered wildly, and for one reckless second, I allowed myself to continue melting into him.
But then…
Lia stirred.
My wolf’s sharp, guttural voice clawed through the haze clouding my mind.
“Stay awake, Lana…” her growl was low and urgent. “Don’t let him take advantage of this. Not now. Not when you’re both engaged. Even if he’s our mate… even if we’ve been aching for him since the moment we scented him again… you can’t let this happen.”
Reality slammed back like a bucket of icy water. My ey
