Chapter 106
Trista's POV
The mattress sagged. My wrists were securely pinned, unable to brace myself, unable to turn over.
I lay on my back beneath him in the most intimate, yet most humiliating position. Blood rushed to my face. Shame and fury exploded simultaneously.
I gritted my teeth, my voice shaking but clear. "Cassian, let me up!"
Cassian used one hand to pin my wrists above my head, the other clamping my waist, his grip impossibly steady.
The mattress bowed beneath my back. He forced my breathing to follow his rhythm.
He was too close.
The scent of alcohol, mixed with his typically familiar scent, rushed over me, but it was torn apart by a sharper aroma—
The pheromones of an Alpha pushed to the extreme, like burning iron, tinged with possession and restlessness, forcing it
