TAVIAN’S POV
I'd be damned if I fought against the feral pull of my wolf towards her.
So, to hell with it—I give in.
My lips crash onto hers, a scorching, desperate collision - hot and harsh.
I taste her, devour her, my tongue seeking every hidden secret as my hands wrap possessively around her neck.
She struggles, her delicate hands pushing against me, one of them striking my cheek.
The sting barely leaves a trace of pain, yet it’s like a cold, harsh splash of reality yanking me from a fevered dream—a dream I loathe to leave.
My head turns, but my gaze locks onto her.
Her cheeks are flushed crimson, her breath heavy, labored from our kiss. Her eyes, a storm of hazel and fire, glare at me with fury... and something else.
Something primal, something hungry, mirroring the feroci
