Lyra’s Pov continues…
I slammed the door behind me, my breathing still heavy, my fingers tingling as my pulse raced like wildfire under my skin. My bag hit the floor with a dull thud as I collapsed onto the bed with a frustrated groan.
I sat up, dragging my hands down my face.
“Damn you, Ethan,” I muttered under my breath.
“Oh, will you stop pretending?” my wolf, Akira, chimed in from the back of my mind. “You’re acting like you didn’t enjoy it.”
I groaned and kicked off my boots. “Enjoy it? He had me pinned against a bookshelf like I was some kind of prize.”
“And yet, you didn’t push him away,” Akira purred. “You melted. You were even moaning on top of it—didn’t want him to stop. Admit it. You wanted it.”
“Oh God,” I muttered, standing and beginning to pace. “You don’t have to say
