Beneath the Alpha's Moon

Liam’s P.O.V.

The air between us was thick—so thick I could barely think, barely breathe. My pulse roared in my ears as Mai’s lips moved against mine, slow and teasing, her fingers tracing patterns over my thigh, getting closer, closer—

I gasped against her mouth as her hand brushed over my jeans, pressing down on the ache I’d been trying so hard to ignore. My body jerked instinctively, torn between wanting more and the sharp awareness that we were still in a public place.

"Mai—" My voice was hoarse, only a whisper.

She pulled back just enough to look at me, her silver eyes gleaming in the flickering light of the screen. There was something in her expression—something dangerous, something hungry.

"You’re so sensitive," she murmured, her fingers pressing down on my erection again, slow and deliberate.

I sucked in a sharp breath, my entire body betraying me as I arched slightly into her touch. "People will see," I hissed, barely holding on to my sanity.

She didn’t answer, just stared at me—long and deep, like she was waiting for me to push her away. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

Her fingers kept moving, slow but firm, pressing against the denim, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I gritted my teeth, my hands gripping the armrests like they were the only thing keeping me from melting into her completely.

My body was on fire. My breathing was uneven. My mind screamed at me to stop this, to get up, to do anything other than sit here and let Mai completely unravel me.

But then she moved to unbuckle my jeans.