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I listened to the lively conversations during dinner, but my mind wasn’t paying attention to the words.

Under the table, Aidan’s cold, masculine hand was caressing my thigh.

It started off as playful teasing, but sparks seemed to fly every time our skin touched.

His wolves were calling to me, heating up my soul... and other things too.

The fabric of my dress wrinkled as his hand slid up slowly, gripping my thigh, slipping shamelessly between my legs.

I grabbed my wine glass and tried to play it cool, even though I was trembling.

I didn’t dare look at him, but I could feel his intense gaze devouring me.

Goddess, I wish I were braver.

Even Lyra, the one everyone thinks is so innocent, got fucked before I did.

“Mnn…” I moaned, nearly choking on my sip of wine.

His groping had found its way to my most intimate spot, rubbing slowly up and down against my sex.

“Spread your legs a little,” he whispered in my ear.

His icy breath sent goosebumps down my spine.

“Aidan, no…”

“It’s just a ga