Angelica POV
I can't believe Jagger is my true mate. I'm kissing my true mate, my first kiss. His soft lips moving against mine makes warmth spread through my body. An unfamiliar feeling grows in my lower belly. Moisture pools in my panties and, despite feeling slightly embarrassed that he can probably smell my arousal, I don't pull away from the kiss. Layla is purring and talking about Razor who I assume is Jagger's wolf.
Layla is encouraging me to do filthy things with our mate. I try to block the images she is flashing as the kiss becomes more heated. A cry pierces the air and Jagger and I break apart. I'm breathless and panting. I'm sure my cheeks are pink as I watch my mate gently pick up the tiny pup. I take two steps, so I'm able to take a good look at my pup. I meant what I said
