Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 0288

"What's the harm?" Thor urged, his tone changing to desperation the second she touched me. The scent of her perfume enveloped me, intoxicating and warm. My heart raced, and for a moment, I considered giving in. I felt Thor stir restlessly within me, a newfound urgency in his demeanour. "Do you feel that?" he whispered, awe lacing his words. It was as if something clicked between us, a puzzle piece falling into place. Thor's sudden shift mirrored my own internal chaos. He was usually the voice of reason-or recklessness-but now he seemed as affected by her touch as I was.

"She wants this. You want this. We want this." I took a deep breath, trying to regain control of my suddenly needy wolf. Suspicion crept into my mind was this the mate bond awakening? But how could that be? I questioned whether this was some kind of trick, a sick game orchestrated by demons to mess with my head. I couldn't trust these newfound feelings, not without proof.

"Connie," I began softly, "I don't think this is a good idea," I started to say as she leaned in closer, her lips just inches from mine, derailing my thought process.

"Why not?" she murmured. "They don't want me. You understand me. Can't we just forget everything else, just for tonight?" Her plea struck a chord. I knew what it felt like to be isolated, to crave connection; my life as a Sparrow Brother ensured that.

"Connie..." I started to say, but before I could stop myself, I found myself leaning in, our lips brushing softly at first. A surge of electricity shot through me, and the world seemed to fade away. I deepened the kiss, my hands tangling in her hair as she pressed herself against me.

a few fleeting seconds, I let myself get lost in the moment. But reality came crashing back when I heard

around, I saw

disapproval. Adam's eyes were narrowed, his jaw set in a hard line that sent a pang of guilt through me. He looked every bit the disappointed older brother, his gaze

I felt a flush of guilt

not what it looks like," I blurted

whispered,

was unmistakable, and it twisted something deep inside me. I wanted to reach out, to explain,

sternly, his gaze flickering between Connie and me. His disappointment was palpable, and I

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