The pull toward Elijah was electric, magnetic, divine. Maybe it was the heady aftermath of the ritual, or he was drunk off relief and gratitude, or his wolf had control. Whatever the reason, he couldn’t tear his gaze from Elijah, couldn’t even think of letting him go. Heart hammering, his entire body thrumming with anticipation, he leaned in closer, so close their exhales mingled. His hands settled on Elijah’s hips, eyes flickering to his mouth. Elijah’s fingers curled tighter against his neck, pulling him in, his grin effervescent and unrestrained.
