Chapter 7

Aina The moment I came back to my senses and heard his soft laugh, embarrassment flooded me. I quickly covered my face with both hands. I had let him go down on me. No—begged him. But the air between us was still heavy with desire. His scent lingered, thick and intoxicating. And yet, he looked calm… too calm. Unlike me, who had completely lost it, even fainted. Maybe it was the alpha blood in him—stronger, more controlled. Maybe that’s why he could handle his own heat. But I wasn't going to be a hypocrite. I needed to push past my shyness. Slowly, I lowered my hands and forced myself to look at him. I sat there on the couch—naked, exposed—I met his gaze. His eyes burned with want. This was all new to me. I had no idea what I was doing. My eyes drifted to his pants. The bulge there looked like it was aching to be set free. “Doesn’t it… hurt?” I asked softly, concern tightening my voice. He gave a small nod. “Yeah, it does,” he murmured. “But you’re alright now. That’s what matte