Fiercely His

When he finally pulled away, his breath was uneven, jaw tight. He didn’t move far—just enough to catch her eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since earlier,” he muttered, low and rough. “Right in front of him.”

He exhaled slowly. Then added, “I don’t like him calling you Ly.”

Lyra blinked, lips still tingling, pulse still wild.

“I don’t like that he has memories with you in them,” Kaelen conti