AMARA’S POV

My legs still shook from the wild ride we had just minutes ago. My pussy still pounded and there was still layers of sweat and cum and latched onto my face.

But I kept my expression neutral, ignoring the pounding of my own heart as I stood in the throne room.

Caelan didn’t appear fazed at all by our interruption. Either that or he was incredibly good at hiding it.

I had to get dressed on wobbly legs while Caelan switched to his cold alpha persona. I thought I was good at ...