LYRA’S POV.

“I do not belong to either of you”. I whispered, leaning against the door, my eyes closed. He hummed and kissed my neck, trailing it down gently.

“Is that so?” His voice drops, rougher than before.

“Yes.”

“Yes?” he repeats, one hand finding my waist and mapping the curve there. He groans and I inhale, trying not to moan. This is wrong…. So wrong but I don’t want to stop. My heart would shatter when they finally get their mate.

“You’re breathing so heavily ...