BRIENNA’S POV
His hand fists in my pinned-up hair, tilts my head back, and he kisses me like no one else is in the room.
And goddess, I combust right there on the spot.
He kisses with a devouring ease, deep and slow and filthy, his tongue parting my lips like he owns the space behind them, tasting me like he’s got all night and intends to use it.
Fuck. He tastes delicious, addictive in a way that sends heat down my spine and curls my toes. Minty with a mix of wine, dizzying and masculine.
My wolf howls. My knees go liquid. Heat pools low and liquid in my belly, shocking me, and I clutch at the front of his shirt just to stay standing while a room full of the pack that discarded me watches their Luna get devoured whole.
And then there’s a second heat at my back.
“I don’t like being l
