“f***k,” I groaned into her mouth.
She whimpered, pressing even closer, her fingers sliding into my hair like she needed to anchor herself.
My wolf lost it.
Gone. Fuc king feral.
I grabbed her ass with both hands, dragging her flush against me as I deepened the kiss—tongue sliding against hers, teeth grazing her bottom lip, claiming her like I would do each day of our lives.
Mine.
I kissed her like I was starving.
And I was.
For her. Only ever for her.
I broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her jaw, my voice rough and hungry.
“Do you feel it, flower? How much I need you?”
I rolled my hips slowly, letting her feel the thick, aching length of my c**k pressed against her.
She moaned.
That was it. That was f*****g it.
I stood in one fluid movement, gripping her thighs
