Maria.
I was still carefully applying the ointment to the corner of his lips, concentrating on not hurting him further, when everything shifted in a heartbeat.
One second, he was sitting still beneath me, the next, his hands shot to my waist.
Before I could react, Noah pulled me forward and laid me back against the bed in one swift motion. The small container of ointment slipped from my fingers onto the mattress beside us.
My breath caught.
The look in his eyes had changed, this wasn't the controlled, teasing Noah from moments ago. This was something deeper, darker.
His wolf.
I could see it clearly now, the possessive intensity burning through his gaze, the restraint he had been clinging to finally snapping thread by thread.
Without hesitation, he claimed my lips, hungrily and possessively. The kiss wasn't gentle this time. It wasn't exploratory or playful. It was demanding, as if he needed to reassure himself that I was still there, still his to reach for.
