(Third person pov)
The door slammed behind them, sealing off the world with a quiet finality.
Sera barely gave Lucian a second before she lunged. Her hands went to his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt like claws as she pushed him back—no finesse, no strategy. Just need.
Lucian let her—for a moment. Let her mouth crash into his. Let her teeth tug on his bottom lip. Let her grind her hips against him like she intended to start and end the entire mating right there, in their office.
His large hands cupped her waist, steadying, holding—but not giving. And when she went to slide her hands lower, to his belt, he growled softly, low and sharp, and pulled back just enough to speak against her lips.
"Not here."
She snarled.
"Lucian—"
"I'm not rutting against you here," he said. "You want me? Then let me touch you right."
