May's heart pounded against her ribs, half-fear, half-arousal. Her mind screamed at her to resist. But her body betrayed her, melting against his strength, yielding to the storm of his kiss. The scent of him, the press of his body, the low rumble of his growl vibrating into her chest—it was overwhelming.
For Kade, trapped behind the golden haze of his wolf's possession, the panic rose. He had never—never—lost control like this. And yet, gods help him, some hidden, savage part of him reveled in the taste of her, the heat of her, the way she fit perfectly against his chest.
