His hold softened as both hands traveled downwards to circle my waist. The kiss was no longer a battle, yet it had grown more intense.
A moment ago, I had been seething with anger at his blatant rejection. Now, I could not stop myself from arching unto him while one hand travelled upwards to cup my breast. He kneaded it gently, caressing the hardened tip with his thumb.
This male just said he didn't want a repeat of last time. The worst part? He was involved with another she-wolf and had just attempted to save himself for her. A female that seemed more "appropriate" for him.
What right did he have to touch me like this? To make me feel so hot, to fill me with such hunger for him.
With these thoughts, I called up as much willpower as I could, forcing myself to resist him. I balled my
