The kiss consumed them.
Under the brilliant full moon, with the forest still whispering around them, Xander’s mouth moved against Claire’s with a hunger that bordered on desperation. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her impossibly closer as if he could merge their bodies through sheer will. Claire kissed him back with equal fervor, her fingers tangled in his dark hair, heart racing so fast she thought it might burst from her chest.
The mate bond flared between them like wildfire — hot, bright, and undeniable. Every brush of lips, every shared breath, every touch sent sparks racing through her veins. She could feel his wolf just beneath the surface, restless and yearning, pushing against Xander’s iron control.
“Claire…” he groaned against her mouth, the sound low and rough, vibrating
