Devon’s POV.

My breath caught in my throat as her lips crashed against mine. I could feel the heat of her skin, the touch of her fingers on my shirt. I wanted to resist, to push her away, but I knew I couldn't. I had to do this. I felt her grip on my shirt tighten as we kissed, and I could feel my resolve wavering. What was I doing? The kiss deepened, and I closed my eyes, trying to block out my wolf.

She began unbuttoning my shirt, and I felt my resistance falter. I knew I ...