Quickly catching up with Delanie Moon, Belaya found himself unable to think of anything to say. As soon as he would start getting a line of thought, he would look at her and see the breeze gently blow her hair, or the way her body moved with each stride, and all of his thoughts would leave his mind.
For a few minutes he walked next to her, growing increasingly lustful as he felt his blood rushing throughout his body. He could feel a war going on inside his heart. His instincts were screaming at him to bed her, to make her his bondmate. Half of him wanted to protect her like a big brother, the other half wanted to see her naked in the light of her namesake. He could feel the latter half winning, the wolf coming to fore. Guided by an aggressive instinct, he grabbed her right hand with his left and turned her to face him. Before she could react, he kissed her lightly on the lips. Returning to his senses immediately after he kissed her, he blushed and turned, letting go of her hands. He then walked away in a daze until he came to Miro’s house and fell asleep in the courtyard.