906 Sneaking at night (2)

Owen licked his lips nervously before asking, "Zina of the Dark Howlers pack, do you accept me as your mate?"

Zina's heart was thundering in her ears, and she became lightheaded due to Owen's scent of maple honey. She found herself in a drunken daze that allowed her to focus only on the male in front of her. 

Zina grabbed his t-shirt to stabilize herself, her nails scratching his pecks in the process, and he released a low growl.

She got on her toes, and he lowered his head and they both groaned when their lips connected in a slow kiss that shook their cores. Their mate bond urged them to get closer, much closer than they were.

'RIIIIP!'

Owen's eyebrows shot up when Zina ripped his t-shirt. He didn't expect it, but he didn't hate it either.

"So-Sorry…" Zina stuttered. "I didn't mean to." She really didn't, but it happened. Did he think of her as a violent woman?