As his Dire Wolf howled with the realization that he had found his one and only true and fated mate, Weylin’s entire body hummed with joy.
He’d found her. His mate. The one woman in the entire universe who belonged to him, as he belonged to her, body, heart, and soul. But getting back to the body part, he mused, tilting his head and angling for better access as he delved his tongue inside her hot little mouth.
A million and one questions begged entry to his mind, but Weylin pushed them aside, wanting only to bask in his newfound happiness. Of course, it lasted only about a second and a half, which was right up until a loud SLAP, followed by an annoying sting on the side of his face, broke up his rose-tinted musings.
“OUCH!” Weylin yelped in shock.
His eyes went wide as the gorgeous creature backed up from the bar, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand like he had cooties or something.
What the fuck?
“Ohmygawd! What the heck is wrong with you?”