MAYA
My fingers drifted to the hem of my dress, hesitating, then inching higher. Shame burned through me, but the need was too strong. Trembling, I let my hand slip beneath my soaked folds, pressing against my core.
I leaned back against the cool bench. My head lolled back, eyes fluttering shut as a new surge of heat swept through me, like molten lava coursing under my skin.
A low moan slipped from my lips, unbidden and shameful, and my breath hitched as the ache between my thighs deepened into something unbearable.
I parted my legs as images of him flashed behind my eyes: Alpha Kael.
The way he’d looked at me across the ballroom, his intense amber gaze pinning me like prey. The memory of his hot breath against my cheek, the firm grip of his hand at my waist, the almost-kiss that had
