-Octavia-
He was kissing me! He was actually kissing me!
He’s kissing us!
My wolf was ecstatic, feeling our mate’s hot lips against ours, and she took control the moment she felt them. She made me lean into him, my hands gripping his already torn shirt as I returned the kiss.
Inside, however, I was screaming. I couldn’t believe I was kissing the enemy, and it was my first kiss. How could this be happening? When my wolf finally released some control, I seized the chance to push him away. But he held me tightly, and I could barely move him.
Instead, I turned my head, and his lips moved to my cheek, then my jaw, and then my neck again. Every place he kissed burned, and my body grew weaker. My heart raced, my breathing became erratic. I couldn’t seem to find my voice. What was I going t
