Raven's Pov
Oh goddess, my wolf moans. Mate wants us. Mate needs us.
His tongue forces its way into my mouth, tasting and claiming every inch he can reach. The kiss is nothing like the gentle ones we've shared before. This is primal and rough and demanding, fueled by instinct and need rather than tenderness. But underneath all that aggression, I can taste desperation. He's fighting to come back to himself and this is the only way he knows how to connect with me.
I grab onto his hair with both hands, my fingers tangling in the damp strands, and kiss him back as hard as I can. But it's difficult to keep up with his pacing. He's moving too fast, his mouth devouring mine like he's starving and I'm the only thing that can satisfy his hunger. Every time I try to catch my breath, he's already
