Chapter 21

Her lips were soft.

Too soft.

And her body was warm, full, yielding under his hands. It made it impossible to think clearly.

Thorne gripped her face, kissing her like he was trying to claim something he had no right to. It was rough, desperate, and more importantly, a mistake.

He wanted more. No. He needed more. But the second his eyes flew open, reality hit him like ice water.

What the hell was he doing?

He pulled back sharply, chest heaving like he'd run a marathon. Her eyes fluttered open, dazed and searching. He saw the hope flicker in her orbs, and that made it worse.

He stepped back, bile rising in his throat. What had he done?

"Alpha—" she whispered, stepping closer, but he pulled back.

"Don't," he muttered, finger raised to stop her from coming nearer. Hurt flashed in her eyes… perhaps it was from the way he stared at her.