Irabel
She'd felt everything. Every part of him.
How his breath hitched. Muscles tensed. The stutter she'd never imagined on Romaldo's lips. Even his damned smirk as he answered Ken, calling her 'it'.
And it'd all made her want him, even when she shouldn't.
It was the damned ring. Irabel wouldn't even dare look at it, afraid something more might make her want to do something stupid, like turning back around, marching into the cabin, and taking advantage of her mate.
The moment it sat snug on her finger, it was as if a chord that held her restraint snapped from within, making her need for her mate run wild.
"You know there is no way of taking it off, right?"
Irabel jolted at the sound of Orlith's voice even as colour bloomed on her cheeks.
The enchantress couldn't read minds, cou
