Evaline:
The warmth of the fire flickered across the room, but it was nothing compared to the heat blooming in my chest when Oscar's lips met mine.
I moaned into his mouth before I even realized it, the sound swallowed up by his slow, consuming kiss. My off-shoulder woolen top left my skin bare for Draven's feathery touch, and I shivered when his lips ghosted over my exposed shoulder, brushing so lightly that it felt like silk gliding across my skin.
By the time Oscar pulled away, I was gasping for air, my pulse drumming against my ears. His gaze lingered on me, dark and molten, as if he was memorizing every flush and every breath I took.
Dinner had been a blur this evening. I couldn't even remember what I had eaten - only the way both my mates' eyes had followed me like shadows, their touches lingering longer than necessary, their teasing almost unbearable.
