Isaac cried out in surprise at the sudden rush of feeling and arousal slamming into him like a freight train, eyes comically wide as his knees buckled. Slumping against the wall, he gazed up at the approaching figure, pleading with his eyes as he let out a pitiful little whimper.
She stumbled backward at the force of it; she hadn’t been braced for werewolf body. She fetched up against one of the bookcases, his need spreading into her body through the touch, and bit at his mouth. Her fingers hooked into claws, and she dragged her nails down his back, making a half-moan, half-growl kind of sound.
Shamelessly pressing up against her so that their chests and hips aligned perfectly, Isaac let out a low whine of desire and devoured her lips with his, no pause in his actions. Gasping and contorting his body to arch up against her fingers, they each swallowed each other’s moans and he rocked against her.
She wanted to climb into his skin with him, she wanted so badly. Hazily, she felt the bookcase wobbling with the weight of them, and shoved him back with all her strength, keeping herself pressed to him. “Bed,” she gasped, in between searing kisses, and wrapped her legs around his hips.