"Yes, I did. So?" Leia snapped. "That doesn't mean I'll beg you too."
But even as the words left her lips, her wolf stirred uneasily inside her, pleading for restraint.
'Leia, why are you doing this?' Zei's voice echoed within her.
'Don't respond to his wolf, Zei,' Leia warned firmly. 'I know you want him. I want him too. Not just him… all three of them. But if we lose control now, how am I supposed to handle them? I can't let myself look vulnerable. Not yet.'
Lucien narrowed his eyes, watching her closely. "What are you thinking?" he asked. "My wolf can't reach yours. Why is that?"
He let out a soft, amused chuckle at her silence, clearly enjoying her resistance. Sitting upright, he reached forward, adjusting her skirt with surprising gentleness before resting his hand on her knee.
"Your skin is soft," he murmured.
Leia stiffened and sat up straight, but she didn't push his hand away. Her heart raced beneath her composed exterior.
