Lucas stepped into her space, his naked body a wall of heat and muscle that made the room feel suddenly too small. He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her back until her spine hit the cold stone wall. He didn't hurt her, but his grip was like iron, pinning her in place.
"Look at me," he commanded, his Alpha voice vibrating through her chest. "Look at me and say that again. Tell me to my face that when I was inside you, when I was licking the skin off your body, you were thinking about Damien."
Sofia tried to turn her head away, but he leaned in closer, his nose brushing against hers. She could smell the vanilla and the musk of their night together lingering on him. It was a scent that made her knees want to buckle all over again.
"I... I was," she stammered, her voice cracking. "He's my mate, Lucas. The bond... it's stronger than this."
