Emmanuelle was startled.
When the blood of her beloved had touched her tongue, she suddenly returned to her senses. The black veil covering her eyes had immediately dissipated to reveal the blue of her irises.
Harry held her firmly against him.
She let out a sigh of satisfaction at the domination that her beloved exerted over her. Then, she quickly passed her hands through his hair and pulled him against her body. She began to nibble his lower lip, causing, without meaning to, soft purrs in the throat of the wolf.
"Mate," Harry growled as he tried to pull his head back.
But, it was impossible for him. His soul mate had clamped her fingers tightly on his hair, preventing him from moving.
He gradually felt the torn skin on his lip regenerates with the power of his wolf.
_Ah-whoooo! If
