GINGER:

Caspian's lips against mine are soft and heartwarming. It feels like old times. I feel my body opening up to him as he nibbles gently, pleading for entrance, which I grant him without thinking twice. My wolf has been starved of touches from any of her mates for two months now, and I am the only barrier stopping her from undoing Caspian's clothes and taking him here in public.

After what feels like an eternity, Caspian pulls away, both of us panting. My mind is still afloat as he ...