AMARIS
I always thought my first kiss would be my true love.
On my wedding night, my husband would gently pull off my white ball gown and gaze at my eyes with longing and craving.
Then ask for my permission to kiss me.
Slowly easing into the kiss.
I have never for once in a fairly tale driven imaginative mind of mine did I ever thought the words I would hear before my first kiss was.
Fuck it!
But Ryker had already collided his mouth with mine before I could stop him.
Did I want to stop him?
His hand came up, his fingers sliding into the hair at the nape of my neck with a grip that wasn't gentle, but wasn't meant to hurt either, it was just there, possessive and solid.
I gasped, the sound catching in my dry throat, and that was all the invitation he needed.
He leaned in, and the world narrowed down to the scent of him, that overwhelming smell of fur that made my wolf roll over inside me.
No, no, no.
