Instead, she grabbed me by the shirt and stood on the tips of her toes, crashing her mouth against mine with a desperation that matched my own.
We both groaned at the same time, the sound raw and needy, and the kiss turned desperate instantly. My lycan was so close to the surface it felt as if he was standing right next to me, clawing to get out and claim our mate properly.
We both clung to each other with frantic hands, months of separation and longing pouring out in desperate touches. I lifted her until she was wrapping her legs around my hips, and she rubbed herself shamelessly against my very hard c**k through our clothes.
I felt as if I was in a dream. I’d been wishing for this so f*****g much, dreaming about holding her again every single night for three months.
I carried her to
