He leans down and plants his lips against mine in the next second. I suck in a breath, feeling frozen there. He seems desperate for my touch.

When he pulls back slightly, I almost gasp. “Damian, what are you doing? Your pack is tense and they are probably roaming the halls as they put people in rooms.”

“I don’t care.”

Those three little words are all that it takes to tell me he’s serious. He really doesn’t care and part of me doesn’t either.

“You are my wife, Maya. The moment ...