The perks of being a trans werewolf (on hold)

'I thought you said I wasn't allowed close to him,' I sneered.
Like I care anymore, she huffed out. As if I had been given permission, something inside me broke and I crushed his petal pink lips onto mine with a groan. He moaned against my mouth as his own tried to clumsily battle mine. I grabbed a hold of the hairs at the nape of his neck and lightly tugged as he let out a gasp. I plunged my tongue in and was rewarded with the sweetest, most tastiest kiss ever. My tongue swirled around his as I drank in his caramel kisses with fervor. His hands were wrapped around my neck as he tried to mimic my movements, failing miserably. My wolf let out a growl of approval at that. My little mate is a virgin. He finally broke apart our kiss for air and looked away shyly, the tips of his ears slightly pink. He hid his hot face in the crook of my neck, trying to regain his breathe. I wasn't having it, I tilted his head up with my fingers on his chin and was met with his furious blush.