That slow, thorough, devastating kiss in his quarters replayed in perfect detail through my head.
His hands.
His tail.
His mouth.
The way his tongue stroked against mine while his growls vibrated through my entire body.
My thighs clenched painfully.
Heat rushed low through my stomach so intensely I nearly whimpered.
Oh no.
Not here.
Not in the hallway.
“Luna,” he said softly.
The sound of my nickname in that voice almost finished me off.
My breathing changed immediately.
And judging by the sudden flare of his nostrils—he noticed.
Of course, he noticed.
Monster senses.
Fantastic.
“Not here,” he whispered, lowering his mouth close to my ear.
His breath brushed my skin.
Warm.
Dangerous.
“When?”
“Soon.”
Then his tongue flicked lightly across my earlobe.
I shivered so hard my knees nearly buckled.
Holy.
Fuck.
One touch.
One tiny swipe of his tongue.
And my panties were ruined.
