Chapter 11: Hot and Wet

Elias

Any worry that lingers in my mind around the pack, around the ceremony, it all dissipates the moment my lips touch Amy's. The heat of her rushes through me and with it, a new resolve: I won't give her up, no matter what.

That promise carries me into the kiss, but soon, even that thought fades away. The softness of Amy's lips and the warmth of her tongue make me feel as if nothing else exists. All I know is, I want her.

I pull her close, and the pain of my wounds melts away, replaced by the heat that flows between us. I feel the rise of her breasts pressed against me, the curve of her back where my hand presses her close. I feel her hair where it falls to brush my cheek, and the softness of her hand where it lays against my chest.

I feel an overwhelming rush of love for her as we kiss, deeply, longingly. Soon, my hands travel down her body -- one comes to rest on the curve of her ass while the other caresses her thighs. She's wearing a dress today and it doesn't take long for