L I A M
Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. It was a soft, gentle kiss at first, a question. But then she responded, her lips parting under mine, and the kiss deepened. It was a hungry, desperate kiss, a promise of things to come.
Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and my arms wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground. I could feel the coolness of her skin through the thin fabric of her shirt, the scent of her filling my senses, a heady mix of lavender and something else, something ancient and wild.
My wolf stirred inside me, a low growl of approval rumbling in my chest. She was mine. My everything. Mating bond be damned. I didn’t care about having a mate, when she makes me feel this way.
She looked at me, her eyes hungry for more. Her eyes hooded wi
