Chapter 25

Griff’s lips were smooth, sensual, and utterly sinful. I hadn’t felt them in over forty years, and the feel of his flesh against mine turned me back into the

hopeful young woman I was before the betrayal.

A protest rose to the front of my mind, but Beki pressed on our bond, urging me not to pull back. My wolf’s every instinct screamed at me to believe, forgive, forget about our past, but it wasn’t easy. It was like her jaws were clamped around my neck, holding me in place.

My breath quickened, and Griff’s cedar and woodsmoke scent overwhelmed my senses. It was like falling back in time and falling back in love. All those times I’d watched our ill-fated romance on the memory wall, I’d only had a vague recollection of how it felt to be in the arms of a beautiful and powerful male. Now, I was reliving this experience, and I didn’t want it to end.

Every nerve ending in my body tingled with the pleasure of his touch, my nipples tightened, and heat flooded my core. If I didn’t do something—an