"Lyra." My name came out as a growl. It was a warning.
I was pushing the already thin boundary between us. It would be so easy for things to go haywire. It was wrong of me to admit to Aiden that I liked the way he talked to me. That I liked the way he touched me.
I had no intentions of staying here, or being forced into a life of servitude. A mate sounded more like a death sentence than a fiery, passionate love.
The truth came out before I could really think about the weight of the words. That seemed to happen a lot around Aiden. I had very little impulse control when I was alone with him.
He suddenly lunged forward, taking me by surprise as he swept our lunch aside and lifted me onto the table. He grabbed my knees and spread them wide before forcing his way between my thighs. I fell
