Elisa D´Angelo
He slowly, as if I would break, lowered his lips on mine, and my entire world collapsed. If I ever thought I could love the three alphas, I was completely wrong.
Fresh mint breath fanned over my lips. Tenderly pressing them into mine, one arm going around my waist, pulling me into his body. My body, responsive molding against his, my hands around his neck, grounding me, caressing the hair at his nape, fingers digging into the silkiness of his locks.
My Lycan whimpered, not in pain but with need. "What is happening?" I asked her, finally coming back to me after a grieving period, where she had autoexiled herself from our life.
"Mine," she said, and I almost gasped, breaking the kiss.
"Are you sure?" I asked, and she whimpered again,
"I was sure the last time..." s
