Chapter 13

Arabella’s point of view. My kiss was soft and passionate, I could feel sparks running through my veins as I kissed him. Amy was nagging me to kiss him harder because she’s enjoying his lips and honestly, I am too -I can’t seem to get enough. But just when I was about to deepen the kiss, he grabbed my neck, pulled me impossibly closer and he reciprocated the kiss -deepening it. He quickly flipped us over again, making me lay underneath him but he rested his elbows on the ground to suspend his weight. His lips moved very, very fast against mine, that even when I tried I still couldn’t catch up with him, it’s as if he was craving my lips and couldn’t get enough of it now that he’s finally having a bite. Is this him kissing me or his wolf kissing me? Is he even a wolf? Amy scoffed. *Who cares what he is or who’s kissing us, be it his wolf or him he’s still our mate -it’s the same lips that’s kissing us* she said. Now I believe what Daphne said some time ago, wolves are always horny animal