Aria had never kissed anyone before. Never even sneaked out to see a boy—not like her sister Liora. She spent most days at home helping out her mother, her nights reading books about wolves that could turn into humans.
Which was why she was completely taken aback to realize what was happening. Jerking back that very second even as she pushed against his chest, only to feel his hand wrap around the back of her head, pulling her even closer to him.
It was strange, but beyond that was something that terrified her as she felt her body instantly begin to heat up—right from the spot where their lips touched to where his hand was on the bare skin of her thighs.
It was even more jarring when she felt him slowly grind his lips against hers, almost like he was urging her to open her mouth—something Aria had no intention of doing.
She was incensed and pissed off, but above that was the heat she could feel pooling in her legs, which signaled something she would rather never experience again.
