Brittany's POV

His tongue presses against the seam of my mouth, demanding entry—and I'm eager to give it. His tongue slides over mine, caressing with a fierce tenderness that leaves me a trembling, mewling mess in his arms.

Though he was a giant puppy moments ago, in his human form he commands me utterly. Alpha is the only word for the power he wields over me.

"Brittany," he groans, breaking our kiss just to rest his forehead against mine. "Fuck, I've ...