Ivy’s POV
“What are you–”
My words were cut short as Sean kissed me. His lips parted mine forcefully before his tongue found its way into my mouth. I latched my hands onto his shoulders and pushed. He pulled back.
“Sean! What do you think you’re doing?”
“Kissing my mate,” he replied hoarsely. Below, he pushed a hand beneath my shirt. “I’ve been waiting so long for this.”
“Stop!” I seethed.
“Why?” he asked.
“Uh?”
“Why should I stop? Don’t you want me anymore?”
“We can’t do this here,” I pointed out the obvious.
“Why not?”
He was f*****g kidding. “Ezra–”
“What about him?” he cut me short again. “You don’t want to be with me because of him?”
Yes. No. I don’t know. “What if he hears us?”
“Let him.”
“Sean!”
He dropped his lips to my neck and nip
