The Alpha's Hardest Game
Jake snarled back, his sanity dissolving into pure, unadulterated instinct as his mouth crashed onto hers.
The kiss was a violent, bruising collision of teeth, tongue, and raw malice. It wasn't a surrender; it was an absolute war of dominance. Avery bit his bottom lip until the metallic tang of his True Alpha blood flooded their mouths, but Jake only let out a feral, satisfied growl, his teeth sinking into the sensitive column of her throat in return, marking her skin with a ruthless, territorial force. They traded insults between breathless, bruising kisses, panting slurs of "bastard" and "liar" against each other's lips while their hands violently tore at each other's sanity.