76: Intoxicated by the kiss

My chest rose and fell heavily as one of the many weird aftermaths of the kiss I’d just shared with my mate. The kiss with her has completely unraveled me and as a stranger to emotions, I had no idea what was raging within me.

But it wasn’t just the emotions.

The kiss had also felt overwhelmingly powerful, so powerful that I was confused if I was the one in control or if she was somehow dominating me the entire time. It didn't feel like I was in control despite the fact that I was doing all the kissing and she wasn't even kissing back.

Kissing had never felt that way for me in my entire life, the few she-wolves I’d fucked meant nothing to me because they’d just been a means for release and I wasn't even particularly attracted to any of them.

Then there was my mate, with her I felt an overwhelming desire to devour her by mapping every inch of her body and leaving marks in my wake to remind everyone that she was mine, and mine alone. I was constantly fighting the need to ravish her whol