"Some flames are worth the burn, even if they consume you."
Juno's lips tasted like fire and mischief, a perfect blend of danger and sweetness. The second his mouth pressed to mine, all the composure I'd clung to in Alaric's chambers burned away. He pushed me back against the table, and I let him, because I'd been wanting this hell, dreaming of it since the first time I saw his smirk across the training yard.
"Marcus," he murmured against my mouth, his voice rough velvet. "We shouldn't do this."
His hands, however, betrayed him, fisting in the front of my coat, pulling me closer.
"We definitely shouldn't," I agreed, before dipping my head to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the way he gasped when my tongue teased his. "But you started it."
"I started nothing," he said with a laugh that vibrated against my lips. His teeth grazed my bottom lip before he drew back, his eyes gleaming like moonlight on a blade. "You kissed me first."
