Theo kissed her again, slower this time but no less consuming, one hand sliding to support the back of her neck while the other moved instinctively, memorizing her shape as if his body already knew her.
Hazel gasped softly into the kiss, her fingers curling into his shirt as she leaned closer, pressing herself against him without hesitation. They were both losing themselves to the bond, to the heat rushing through their veins, to the single overwhelming urge that screamed for them to mate and make the world disappear.
His heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears, his blood burning hotter with every second they stayed this close. Hazel's breath was uneven, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her wolf clawing at the surface just as desperately as his. Fenrir surged forward inside him, hungry and possessive, demanding he take what was theirs.
Theo's eyes changed to the shades of gold.
