Ella
When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard. My head spun, heart pounded, every nerve ending tingling as if I’d just gripped a live wire in my bare hands.
“Delicious,” my wolf purred. And it was. I could have had a thousand of those kisses and never felt satisfied.
But as the cameras flashed around us, I realized what I had done.
I’d kissed my husband. Passionately. In front of everyone.
My cheeks burned as I took in the sea of camera lenses pointed in our direction. Tomorrow, those photos would be all over social media.
Alexander straightened his tie and cleared his throat. “The mate bond,” he said quietly, as if reading the dumbfounded expression on my face. “It’s still new. Sometimes it can be… overwhelming, so I don’t blame you.”
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