Elias's POV
I slammed the door so hard it cracked the paneling.
The echo rattled through the suite, bouncing off the stone walls like a threat I couldn't contain. My chest heaved. My fists burned. The blood in my veins pulsed with heat that had nothing to do with the bonfire.
I kissed her.
I kissed a mere human.
An Alpha heir.
"Damn it!" I hissed, dragging my fingers through my hair so roughly it hurt. I needed pain. I needed anything to distract from the electric ghost of her lips on mine.
I could still taste her, a ridiculous mix of honey and rebellion, laced with that spiked drink Lucian gave her earlier. Something sharp and sweet and completely unwelcome.
But it wasn't just the taste. It was the feel of her, soft, defiant, stubborn even when she was surrendering. My jaw tightened. My Lycan stirred beneath the surface, angry and confused.
