CHAPTER NINE

LANDON:

Who was being the irresponsible one by losing control? Me.

My wolf moaned in excitement, threatening to overtake my human side if I didn't speed up things. He was losing his patience, and yearning pleasure, while I battled with the thought of backing out.

Her lips, warm and satisfying, sent a rush of excitement through me. The faint tang of alcohol lingered on her breath, yet her mouth held a delightful blend of strawberry and something sweet like cake. This only fueled the intensity of our kiss, a devouring exchange of every corner, as our tongues danced in happiness. Venita let out a slow moan. She reached for my hair and weaved her hands through it, tugging at the middle.

The struggle was there—Each passing moment felt like a relentless test of my willpower.

With deliberate care, I tentatively touched the edge of her gown, slipping my hands beneath it, fingers grazing her soft, bare skin. The warmth just below her hips was a sweet torment, and I traced my touch upwards, fo