90: A submissive?

Alora’s POV

I lay sprawled on Rune’s bed, staring up at the ceiling as the scent of him enveloped me like a suffocating blanket. That familiar, intoxicating scent of leather and cedar filled my lungs, making me dizzy.

I hated how much I liked it, how it made my body respond like I had no control over it. My fingers curled into the fabric of his bed, and before I realized what I was doing, I leaned down, pressing my face into his pillow like some desperate, stupid girl.

The scent was stronger here, more potent, and it hit me like a punch to the gut. A sharp shiver raced down my spine, and my thighs clenched together as an unwelcome wave of heat surged through me.

Goddess, what the hell is wrong with me? His scent alone made me so wet, my core tightening as if my body were betraying me all over again. My breathing grew heavier, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, letting the feeling wash over me like an addict craving a fix.

But then I jolted upright, shame slamming into me like a co