Lucian's POV
She tried to wrench herself free, her voice sharp and venomous. "I don't need his protection. Or yours. So you just go and fuck yourself."
Damn! Just the mention of Kael was enough to anger her. Poor blackwolf.
Her words did not anger me. Instead, I kept her firmly in place, my arm still around her waist.
She glared at me with fire in her eyes. "Let me go, you jerk."
"Alright," I murmured, then leaned in to steal a quick peck on her lips before retreating my hand and freeing her.
She froze, stunned. Her eyes widened, lips parted. For a moment, she looked almost lost to the shock of it.
"Want another before you leave?" I asked with amusement.
But the surprise quickly gave way to fury. She shoved me back with what little strength she could muster. I let her push me away.
"Bastard!" she spat, storming off the bed.
"Wait—you're not allowed to take the stairs," I warned, moving after her. But she ignored me, already heading for the door.
