#Chapter 103: One Night

Agnes The cab driver practically dumped us off in front of the estate, hardly giving Elijah time to hand him a wad of cash before he was speeding away. My cheeks were flushed, my skirt rumpled around my thighs and my lipstick smeared. We’d hardly been the pristine picture of an elegant Alpha and Luna in the back of that cab; rather, the moment I had looked into Elijah’s eyes and saw the heavy desire lingering in their depths, I’d practically thrown myself at him. I couldn’t help it. I felt overcome with desire for Elijah, my chest heaving and my skin coated in a fine layer of sweat from dancing. All logic had flown out the cab window when I looked up through my lashes and saw him staring at me, at my lips, at my breasts. I had to kiss him. It was as if a primal force inside of me wasn’t giving me an option to kiss Elijah again, to close the distance between us, but rather a command. And I had obeyed. We’d fumbled with each other the entire way back t