I moaned against his lips, squirming in his arms as I convinced myself I couldn’t let him touch him. But the way he touched me, the way he posessively claimed me, the way his tongue was exploring every corner of my mouth made me melt.
I couldn’t bring myself to stop this even though I was angry at him. Instead, I wanted more. My wolf purred as I tried to match his pace and when his lips dropped to my neck, trailing kisses down to the curve of my breasts, I knew I was a goner.
Damn it! I finally gathered all of my will strength and pushed him away. The air was charged between us and as he stumbled back, he pinned me with a glare.
“What? You can dance with others but I can’t dance with someone else?” The words left my lips before I could stop them.
A look of confusion flickered across
