“I, Alaura Tatiane, reject---”
Rían’s lips crashed against hers, suffocating her words as his tongue immediately worked in feverish urgency to dominate her mouth. Despite nearly severing their mate-bond with the treacherous rejection mantra, Jenaveve wrapped her hands around his neck, instantly enthralled by his kiss. Now, the only thoughts that could register in her brain were of Rían, how close he was, how much closer she wanted him to be.
Then, Jenaveve felt it stir, the monster. It strangled within the knots of her stomach and then rammed against her chest with every hammering beat of her heart. The wolf wanted out; she knew it wanted her taste of Rían, too. She could feel its lust pool between her thighs for him. Pulling away from the kiss, staring up at the gorgeous man, fear began
