The second I pull back and our lips meet again, something inside of me snaps. It’s raw, primal, like my wolf has finally gotten a taste of what I’ve been craving.

No, yearning for.

Now, there is no turning back.

She gasps against my mouth, but doesn’t pull away. Instead, she presses her body closer as her fingers tighten around my shirt as if she’s afraid to let go. Her hesitance is there, lingering beneath the heat of the moment, but there is something else that has my attention.

Her ...