Not Worthy

Ileus didn't know for how long but her approval to marry him affected him at a base level. His wolf was ecstatic, satisfied that he had his mate in his arms, who just agreed to marry him. His chest was thumping hard against his ribcage. He had never experienced this kind of anticipation in his life. The girl was going to prove to be very hot and spicy for him and he hoped that he would match her and satisfy her in every possible way—for he was born for her.

He kissed her like it was the first time. His hands were shaking with the need of exploring her again, with the need of marking her, claiming her so that no one dared to even think of claiming her. "Ana…" he moaned her name again and again as he poured his passion, his anxiety and his crazy love for her in her throat. "Ah gods!"