XARION'S POV
I’m leaning against the side of my car in the underground parking garage beneath the pack house, my hands braced on the hood, trying to get my breathing under control.
But I can't when all I can think about is Megan.
The taste of her lips when I kissed her. The way she kissed me back, even if it was only for a moment. The heat of her body pressed against mine.
Goddess.
I close my eyes, letting my head fall back as I exhale sharply.
I kissed her.
I actually kissed her. Again.
And for one perfect, reckless second, she kissed me back.
My wolf is going absolutely feral inside me, pacing and snarling with satisfaction.
'Ours,' he growls possessively. 'She's ours. She kissed us back. She still wants us.'
"I know," I mutter under my breath, running a hand through my hair.
