Elliott's control snapped the moment his gaze landed on my lips, the faint scent of alcohol still clinging to my breath. His hand rose to anchor my head while the other claimed my waist, pulling me into his space as his lips met mine. The contact was not gentle. It carried dominance, an Alpha asserting control over a resisting mate, and my instincts surged in response, caught between defiance and a pull I could not ignore.
Heat spread through me, dulling my thoughts further. I had been drinking earlier, and clarity slipped through my fingers. His presence surrounded me, heavy with authority, pressing against every sense I had left. The way he held me left no room for negotiation, as if compliance was expected, as if this moment belonged to him.
