Elian's POV
*****
Lucian's kiss wasn't gentle. It never was.
It was a claim, sharp, possessive and like he was trying to steal something from Elian that wasn't his to take. The Alpha Prince's grip kept him caged against the wall, one hand tangled in his hair, the other still cupping him like he owned every reaction tearing through his body.
And Elian hated how his body didn't seem to mind.
[Breaking news: Your hate speech has been officially overruled by your dick.]
'Shut up,' Elian snapped inwardly, though the system's smug little voice was already lounging somewhere in his skull, probably eating imaginary popcorn.
Lucian deepened the kiss, his teeth catching Elian's bottom lip in a way that made the latter flinch from pain and desire. Lucian's musky scent filled Elian's senses, sinking under his skin like a curse.
He should've shoved him away. Should've reminded him of every reason he hated this.
