I didn’t think.
I kissed her.
Hard.
Violently.
Wet.
I’d wash away every remnant of such a lesser wolf.
My hand fisted in her hair as I held her to me.
Her surprised gasp, the little whine that escaped, between breaths.
It fed something wild within me.
She wrapped her arms around me, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
She kissed me back.
Angrily bit my lip.
The momentary shock created the slightest of space between us, and the challenge in her eyes was clear.
I hoisted her up, my arm lifting her under her ass.
She wrapped her legs tight around my waist, her lips back on mine.
She fought me for dominance of the kiss. Her hand tangled in my hair, held my jaw to her like she was scared I’d pull away.
I carried her up the stairs to the bedroom.
Chapter twenty-six
Getting What You Want
My back hit the bed.
The weight of Cole pressed me into the mattress.
She didn’t break the kiss.
My hips bucked against her.
I was frantic. Pulling her face to me. Keeping her with me.
I physically ached with need for her.
I was growing dizzy from the kiss, from lack of air, and I didn’t care. I’d die with her lips against mine if she let me.
Her hands pushed up under my shirt, her large, warm hands engulfing my waist, pulling me tighter to her.
She managed to pull her lips free from mine, and I gasped for breath, immediately trying and failing to bring her back to me.
She removed her top in one motion, discarding it carelessly and revealing her lace, purple bra before her lips were on me again.
She rolled us over, her hands pushing under my top again, pulling at the fabric.
