"My mouth?"
Kael laughed outright, his hand sliding higher, fingertips slipping beneath the hem of her skirt. The gesture was possessive—the kind of touch that marked territory.
"I can say worse. Want to hear? Last night, someone was whimpering my name, begging me to—"
"Shut up!"
Selene clamped her hand over his mouth, her face burning redder now, but her eyes—her eyes shimmered, dark and inviting. I could see the way her pupils had blown wide, the telltale sign of a wolf responding to its chosen partner.
The shadow-mount slowed at a crossing. The carriage stopped.
Kael caught her wrist, drew it to his lips, and pressed a kiss to her palm—right over the pulse point where her scent glands lay beneath the skin.
Then he turned and kissed her, claiming her mouth the way only a bonded mate should.
It wasn't a fleeting brush of lips—it was deep, lingering, consuming.
Selene pressed her palm against his shoulder, but the resistance held no real force. Within heartbeats, she softened into him, her arms winding around his neck as she returned the kiss with matching hunger.
I watched through the ward-stone's shimmering surface. My expression remained blank. My pulse stayed steady.