#Chapter 43: Just a Taste

Raven The sudden press of Neil’s lips against mine felt like a lightning strike, electricity coursing through my body. For a second, I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think—I could only feel the searing warmth of Neil’s mouth on mine and the roughness of his grip around my wrists. But just as quickly, the shock wore off, and I pushed him back, sending him staggering away from me and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “What the hell was that?” I hissed, my heart pounding in my chest. He didn’t respond right away—simply lifted his gaze to meet mine. But his eyes... they weren’t his usual steely blue. They were glowing, fierce and unyielding, like he was a different person—or rather, not a person at all. I realized that his wolf had surfaced, and he didn’t seem all that keen on hiding it. “If you like the idea of blood,” he murmured, his voice low and dark as he stalked closer to me once again, “then taste it on my skin.” My eyes widen