Flora’s P.O.V

“Clay…” I looked around as I regained some of my senses. “We’re in the classroom…”

“The doors are locked.” He left a trail of wet kisses down my neck. “And I’ve disabled the cameras.”

“You’ve planned this through.” I moaned as he found a pleasure spot and sucked on it with deliberate slowness.

“You drove me half crazy, woman.” He groaned against my skin. “I knew I had to get you back before I lost myself.”

“We’re not mates.” I reminded him once again.

“For the thousandth fucking time, Flora,” he brought his face us to look me in the eyes; the wolf in his voice as he...