[Sera]
I don't know who moves first. Maybe it is me, maybe it is the wolf wearing Killian's face. But suddenly my lips are on his, and every careful wall I have built over the last month comes crashing down like cheap drywall.
The next second, restraint is a word that belongs to other people.
My body leaves the ground so fast my stomach flips. His hands—big, rough, impossibly strong—grip my ass and lift me like I weigh nothing.
I wrap my legs around his waist on pure instinct, arms locking around his neck, pressing myself against every hard inch of him. He is burning hot, muscles rigid, and the thick ridge of his c**k grinds against me through his pants with every step, sending sparks up my spine that make my thighs shake.
He doesn't take me back to the couch. He carries me across the
