Description
I found myself leaning into him and I could see the faint scar on his cheek which made him seem more attractive. Without warning and any hesitation I smashed my lips onto his, and he didn't hesitate to pull me closer. The warmth of his lips soothed the pain my body felt, only to be replaced with a new type of ache; a primitive urge emerging to the surface. His hands started traveling down my back and onto my butt. I gasped, breaking our kiss as he grabbed my butt and pressed his lower body into me. He captured my mouth again pressing it open with his tongue. Fireworks went off as the room disappeared and my hands found their way from his neck to his hair. I pulled his head back grasping for air, causing him to let out a primal growl before he started to work his way down my neck, sending shivers through my body. He was going to mark me! Werewolves are children of the Goddess. Both males and females shifted for the first time between 16-18 years of age. Each wolf is destined to another soul known as a mate. Werewolves stay together in packs to help and protect each other. This story is about Freedom Darnet and Darric Silva Ronyn. Freedom discovers what the goddess means for her and Darric discovers what it means to be a leader. This is my first werewolf story, please send encouragement if you like it.
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