I’d never felt that kind of magnetic heat. It’d been like my body wasn’t my own anymore, begging to be claimed.
I wasn’t a total novice. I’d gone to the University of Mirage, for Goddess's sake, the party capital of the pack lands. There had been times when a drunken kiss had gone further than I’d expected but… I’d never felt what I’d felt with Jared. Even the guy I thought I’d been in love with couldn’t hold a flame to what I was feeling now. A single kiss from Jared had sent me spiraling into a haze where my mind had no control over my actions, and if I let it happen again, it would ruin me. He would ruin me.
This wasn’t the usual run-of-the-mill attraction.
It was safe to say I hadn’t slept at all after I’d peeled myself from his desk and reluctantly left his study.
I woke the next morning to Archer coming through my bedroom door carrying a pile of clothing and outdoor wear. He tossed it in a heap on top of me, telling me I had ten minutes to get dressed.