Atticus' POV:
Eloise was really drunk. When she kissed me, I could smell the strong scent of alcohol. She didn't look like she would kiss me but rather bite my lips.
She was like a fierce wolf.
"If this is what she wants, give it to her," my wolf egged me on.
I felt like I was almost unable to control myself.
I wasn't sure if this was what she really wanted, but I had no reason to refuse since she had already done it. After all, we had a mate connection, so we should behave like this.
This should have happened long ago.
I put my hand on her back and decided to give myself to my wolf. I tried to unbutton her buttons, but she didn't move away. Instead, she leaned over very enthusiastically.
I felt as though my fingers were electrocuted. There was an electric current flowing through my fingertips. I couldn't describe the perfect aroma that surrounded me.
