Mating 3 [M]

The moment the cabin door slammed shut, Thorne barely had the presence of mind to lock it before his arms were full of Noelle. A force of nature, desperate and trembling, pressed up against him like he was the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth.

It was all-consuming. Overwhelming.

Noelle's fingers tangled in Thorne's hair, yanking him into a bruising kiss. It was nothing like the usual slow and teasing dances they sometimes shared—this was raw, unfiltered hunger. It was the need to devour, to take, to fill every inch of the space between them until there was nothing left but the other.

Thorne had never felt his body burn like this before. He couldn't think, couldn't form a single coherent thought beyond the fire licking through his veins and the intoxicating scent of the omega in his arms.