The Little king
Now I need to ask you something, before my wolf makes me crasy.
Shene tilts his head, looking at Connor.
- My wolf's screaming "mate, kiss him, claim him", since I felt your citrus and magnolia scent.
Shane blushes and, lowering his head, says:
- Mine is doing the same. You smell like apples with cinnamon. I love your scent.
Hearing this, Connor lifts Shane's head, using two fingers, and approaching Shane's head, unites their lips in a soft, innocent and beautiful kiss.
- No Kevin. I will not allow it. No. You will stay here. I know you want to save Ryan, but think about our pup.