Pleasure snapped through me.
I moaned into his mouth.
Liam answered with a growl and slid one hand into my hair, pulling me down until my breasts pressed against his chest and every slick movement of my hips rubbed me against him in a way that made thought useless.
The rain made everything slippery.
Our skin. Our mouths. My hands on his chest. His hands on my back.
I loved it.
I loved the mess of it, the lack of softness around us, the damp earth under his body and the storm above mine. Nothing polished. Nothing perfect. No ballroom. No birthday dress. No Alpha I had kissed because I had been trying to feel something I could not name.
This was not pretty.
This was real.
Liam’s mouth left mine and dragged down my throat. His teeth grazed my skin, hard enough to make Itaca snarl wit
