The scent of her was driving me to the brink of a forced shift. It was a heady, intoxicating mix of rain-drenched cedar, the sharp tang of adrenaline, and that underlying pomegranate sweetness that had haunted me since our first meeting. Underneath all of that, there was a new scent: the metallic, cold edge of resolve.
When my lips met hers, it wasn’t a negotiation. It was an answer to the challenge she’d been throwing at me all day. I wanted to consume her defiance.
I deepened the kiss, my tongue claiming the space she tried to deny me. I could taste the whiskey on my own breath and the electric fire on hers. My wolf was howling, pacing the cage of my ribs, demanding I mark her right here in front of the storm and the city. My fangs pressed against my gums, lengthening, wanting to cla
