Derek could feel his wolf howling in happiness at his mate's reply. He was happy too; more than happy.

Snaking his right hand around her neck, he brought her face closer to him. He was still pondering on the beautiful nature of her eyes, the greeness of the forest green, when she kissed him.

She kissed him like he wanted to be kissed, like no girl had ever kissed him, soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing ...