XARION'S POV
The leather seat of the car is comfortable, but I barely notice it.
My mind's somewhere else entirely.
Specifically, back in that hotel room. On that bed. With Megan on top of me.
Goddess.
I lean back against the headrest, closing my eyes as the memory plays on a loop in my head.
The feel of her body pressed against mine. The heat radiating between us. The way her hands braced against my bare chest, her fingers splayed across my skin like she was trying to steady herself.
And the kiss.
That kiss.
My wolf stirs inside me, rumbling with satisfaction, and I can't help but smile.
Because this time, she didn't shove me away immediately. She didn't snap at me or tell me to leave.
She kissed me back.
It was brief, sure. And she pulled away before things could go any furth
