Estella’s pov
His hand cupping my jaw held me tendering but his lips.
Oh goddess. He tasted like rum and something so primitively male it pulled a purr from my throat.
I didn’t want to come up for air. Couldn’t make myself do anything but get lost in the lycan.
His smell, his skin, his lips. Fire. I was burning everywhere. Dragging and tugging him closer as my legs parted instinctively. I needed him—
The bed room door pushed open immediately.
We broke apart, panting and wide-eyed. No second to react or be composed as Healer Kieran rushed into the room.
His face was pale, eyes panicked as he announced. “Lycan, you need to come now! It’s Lord Herry! He is in critical condition!”
What happened to my uncle?!
My heart was practically in my mouth, my mind heady from fear as I rushed aft
