Lyra POV
He tasted earthy with a hint of saltwater taffy. Mouthwatering. His lips were firm, yet soft as he took control of my own. They moved against mine like I was his favorite food and he wanted more. I completely lost myself in the feel of his lips, his body against mine.
My wolf had taken control when he’d pinned me, our tangling limbs spurring her to the forefront. His scent permeated this room like an imprint, enveloping me with its presence. When his hardness had pressed against me, my mind went blank.
My wolf surged, wanting to claim him. I told her to back off, inappropriate was the nicest way to describe the situation. But then she pushed our mouth forward, and when his lips molded against mine, what started as a soft surprise turned demanding.
He pressed into me, grinding
