“Fuck it,” I growled, bringing my lips down to meet hers. It was hardly more than a slow peck, but it felt like something inside of me was rearranging at the touch. Like there was a before Eryne and an after Eryne, and I would never be quite the same man—or wolf—ever again. Her arms looped around my neck, and she pressed her lips to mine again. A low rumble of satisfaction burst through my chest as I kissed her. Yes, my wolf agreed. Kiss our pretty little mate.
