The first thing that registered was his scent. Pine and fire and the specific warmth underneath both that her body had learned to associate with the only safe place she had ever known.
The next thing that registered was it was dark and took a moment for her wolf eyes to adjust.
"Maddox?"
"Fuck."
His mouth was on hers before the word had finished leaving his lips. The kiss was deep and desperate and tasted like relief so total it had a flavor. His lips pulled heat from hers. Literal heat. The burning inside her body migrated toward every point of contact between them, flowing out of her and into him, and the relief was so immediate that a sound escaped her throat that was closer to a sob than a moan.
