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“Sweet Seraphina, my princess, where are you?” Devlin’s voice has a guttural tone that wasn’t there before, the alpha in him coming out to play in full force.
I step behind the lip of the hedge. Devlin sounds so close. I slow my breathing, trying to keep it from giving me away, as I back up to the wall and turn to see if I can sneak through it.
“I can smell you, little one.” This time, Devlin moans, and even though he isn’t anywhere near me, the purr in his voice curls my toes.
I shove a hand through the hedge and push it apart. Peering through, I see an empty path.
Can I get through there?
A shadow moves along the other hedge, and I snap my fingers back and take off in the other direction, heading toward the path I didn’t take. Devlin’s laughter rings all around me, and I can’t discern exactly where Devlin is.
I have to be getting to the center of the maze.
“There you are.” He’s so close.
I glance over my shoulder, spotting him at the far end of the path. With a squeal of delight, I take off again, darting down paths, hoping to find the center of the maze where the gazebo is, but once more, I find myself in another dead end.
This time, though, strong hands catch me, spinning me around, and lips crash down on mine. Devlin’s lips meet mine before I can even take a breath. His kiss is soft and delicate yet filled with so much passion that it makes my head spin. His fingertips trail up and down my spine as my scent blooms all around us.
I lose myself in this moment, the heat of his body seeping into mine as our lips move in perfect harmony. I feel like I’m melting into him, and the world around us fades into a distant memory. All I can see and feel is Devlin—his arms around me, his scent enveloping me, and his kiss igniting a fire within.
A soft moan escapes my lips as I feel his hands moving down to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him. My fingers tangle in his hair as I kiss him back with an equal amount of fervor.
Suddenly, Devlin pulls away, causing me to pout at the loss of contact. He grins down at me, mischief glittering in his eyes.
That’s when I feel a sharp cramp. It starts at the apex of my thighs and shoots upward to my belly button before branching down to each leg. I stumble into Devlin, my scent deepening.
My gaze remains locked on his. His pupils dilate, the darkness swallowing the light, and his lips part as his nostrils flare.
Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.
“Seraphina…” Devlin’s voice trembles. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, and he licks his lips. “How close—” He inhales deeply, his eyes rolling back for a moment. I know in this very moment, my hormones have devoured the suppressants, reducing them to nothing but placebo pills. “Is your heat?”
My fingers slip inside his unbuttoned shirt, the warmth of his chest providing some relief from the cramps. My breathing becomes ragged, and a stronger cramp courses through me,making me moan. I can’t tell if it’s pleasure or pain, but then slick pools in my panties, soaking them.
I squeeze my thighs together, hoping Devlin doesn’t catch a whiff, as it could ruin us. If I keep this up, I might find myself presenting for him, begging for his knot and then his bite. I’m teetering on the edge of insanity, and I have no idea which way to go. Slowly, logic trickles in before my hormones can shut it down, and I answer him. “Haven’t had one,” I say in a choppy sentence. “They keep me on suppressants.”
Devlin’s body trembles as he holds himself back, his hands flexing on my waist. “I want...” He tilts his head back as he takes steady gulps of air. The position may help him, but his scent wafts down to me, still muted because his suppressants haven’t failed.
“I’m not in control,” I whisper a moment before I tear his shirt open and lick his chest.
“That’s okay, because I am.”
As my tongue laps at his chest, the logical part of my brain gapes at me in horror, as though there are two of me inside my head fighting for dominance.
Devlin tastes like honey and sin.
Devlin tastes like cold nights wrapped in a blanket, sitting before a raging fire.
Hetasteslike a perfect scent match.
The softest moan escapes my lips, and that’s all it takes for Devlin to react. With a swift yet gentle motion, he lifts me up his body, his lips finding mine once again. Our mouths crash together, our tongues dancing in a fiery tango. My legs struggle against the fabric of my dress, seeking to wrap around him. I climb him, pushing myself upward until my head hovers above his, allowing me to take control of the kiss.
Amidst the whirlwind of sensation, I’m well aware that my heat is attempting to assert itself. It makes sense, at least in alogical capacity. However, logic has taken a back seat. A shadow momentarily obscures us from above. I barely register the possibility that someone might stumble upon us, but it hardly matters. All I can think of is the intoxicating taste of Devlin’s kiss.
Devlin pulls back from our heated embrace. Despite the intensity of the moment, he remains firmly in control. His pupils, once dilated with desire, gradually relax, though a flush still colors his cheeks.
“I need to get you out of here,” he whispers against my lips, his tongue tracing a tantalizing path along their seam, eliciting another whimper from me.
