Chapter Eight: Interrupted

Mallory’s POV

“Hnn…”

I’m not sure whose moans those are. My eyes are completely shut, letting this blissful pleasure take over my senses.

It’s a bit different from the first time. This time, it is a feeling of mutual acceptance as we both surrender to this feeling of lust.

I can’t believe I accept his touch, cave in and throw away my hatred towards wolves and go with the flow.

I keep saying this is all for the sake of Lilian but a part of me relishes the feelish of his lips to mine.

The kiss deepens as we fight dominance. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head and his whole body to mine, crushing me yet I don’t give a damn.

We just continue kissing—tongue sucking, licking, nibbing, biting—all the techniques I’m proud of to show I’m not the inferior type.

And when I feel his hard-on pressed against my thigh, growing bigger, I feel a bit triumphant that he responds to my skill—a disgusting skill I’ve learned from my mother.

He is the first one to break the kiss and as I op