The sight of her stole his breath clean.
Without hesitation, Nicholas closed the distance and crushed her against his chest. Her scent hit him like a drug, but beneath it lingered the unmistakable bite of salt.
He pulled back, finding her eyes. Tears. A sharp pang twisted in his chest.
She looked away from him. "I missed you."
"Hey," he whispered. "I'm coming for you, and when I do, I'm never letting you go. You're supposed to be next to me here."
"Nick, I—we—"
The words barely left her mouth before he lifted her off the ground. He didn't realize he did it until her legs were wrapped around his waist and their lips were an inch apart. For a second, neither of them moved. Then she started kissing him like she was starving. He groaned into her mouth, hands gripping her ass as he walked her backward until her back hit the wall.
His hips moved, grinding on her as his wolf howled in victory.
Mate. Mate. Mate. Mate.
