“Dastan, what are you doing?” Maera asked with her eyes wide open as she automatically hooked her arms around his neck to support herself. She licked her lips consciously to clear away the trace of their recent languorous kiss but knew she failed pathetically. “Someone will see us,” she stated self-consciously, her glance wandering haphazardly around.
“I don’t care,” Dastan said, and Maera had a feeling that both man and wolf had spoken. She was truly surprised with his outgoing nature but hid her reddened cheeks in the crook of his chest.
Remaining in that concealing position away from prying eyes, she only relaxed when the door closed behind them. Glancing around, she was stunned to find herself in a huge luxurious room decorated in pristine white. All the wire frames and mirrors wer
