Chapter 93: Mate.
Elara’s POV
I should’ve shoved him away.
My hands twitched with instinct. My lips parted with the word no, but it never made it out. Because his mouth—hell, his entire presence—was suffocating. Dangerous. Seductive. It wasn’t a kiss anymore. It was a slow, drawn-out annihilation of everything I thought I knew about self-control.
His tongue swept into me like it belonged there. Like it had been waiting… aching… starving. And my body—my traitorous, cursed body—melted into him.
Myra was screaming bloody murder, but not out of panic. "Emergency! Emergency! We are not prepared for this level of sin! Retreat or ride—actually, wait, let’s ride!"
My knees buckled, and a low, shameful whimper escaped me as liquid heat spilled between my thighs, soaking through the thin fabri
