Kaelen's lips crushed against mine with an intensity that stole my breath away. The bonfire's heat was nothing compared to the fire igniting between us as his mouth moved over mine—demanding, possessive, hungry. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his hard body.
I forgot everything. The crowd of pack members watching us. The political implications. The fact that this was supposed to be just for show. All that mattered was the sensation of Kaelen's mouth on mine, his tongue sweeping past my lips to claim me completely.
My fingers slid into his hair, holding him to me as if I might drown without him. I kissed him back with equal fervor, a small whimper escaping my throat. The taste of him was intoxicating—wild and masculine with hints of the berry wine we'd shared earlier.
When he finally pulled back, his green eyes were glowing with an animal intensity that made my knees weak. His chest rose and fell rapidly, matching my own ragged breathing.
