A small voice at the back of keir's mind was criticising his actions but he was brushing it off. He knew what he was doing was wrong, knowing that Delaney was Merikh's mate, but the smell of strawberries, the taste of her lips and the feel of her soft body writhing beneath his was driving him insane.
He knew, they both knew that they didn't have feelings for each other. He also had no idea what was going to transpire between them or what would happen after. At this moment they were both driven by desire and undeniable attraction that had maybe developed without them realising it.
In a swift move, Keir manoeuvred their position so that he was now kneeling between her legs, his knee almost touching her crotch. In this position, their bodies almost became one and he could feel her soft mounds pressing against his chest. His hand that was resting on her waist started moving to her bottom, squeezing it softly, eliciting a silent moan from Delaney.
