Ivan

Her taste was the drug I craved, and my wolf howled from deep within. Her hand found my hair giving a hard tug as our mouths remained locked - sipping, learning, connecting. There was nothing kind about the kiss. I wasn't feeling at all kind at the moment. I wanted her in a way I hadn't felt since Alba.

Fuck.

Alba.

My mate.

I jerked back and released her. Horror filled me again. I'd known within seconds of touching her, as the electrical spark ...