MEGAN'S POV
It feels like fire.
That’s the only way I can describe it, the way Xarion’s lips crash against mine, warm and desperate, setting my body ablaze.
For one split second, I don’t even breathe. My wolf shifts restlessly inside me, begging me to give in. And for a terrifying, shameful moment, my body betrays me. I don’t pull away. I almost lean closer.
But then reality slams back in.
Damn it, no. No. I can’t let this happen.
With a sharp gasp, I shove hard at his chest, my palms shaking. His lips leave mine and cold air rushes between us. My heart pounds against my ribs so violently I can hear it in my ears.
“What is wrong with you?” I yell, my voice trembling with anger.
“Megan, please,” Xarion’s voice cracks, his tone low and pleading. His eyes search mine like he’s drown
