Lorien POV

“I’m Rion,” the teenager announced with a grin that was far too charming for his own good. He caught my hand before I could react and brushed his lips over the back of it in a slow, exaggerated kiss. My eyes went wide as he tilted his head up, his mouth hovering a breath away from my skin.

“You smell delicious,” he murmured.

A sharp growl tore through the air. Rion stumbled back several feet as Auren yanked him away like a wolf ready to rip someone’s throat ...