Ann’s eyes stared fixedly ahead as she tried desperately to process what was happening to her at this moment.

　　Adam’s kiss was intense and try as she might, she couldn’t remember a time that Brad had ever kissed her with such a need. She could feel the passion and primal hunger that burned within him, just from the sensual yet fierce way his lips fought with her own.

　　His hands were tangled in her hair and Ann could feel herself begin to relax into the kiss. Maeve was right. Adam was a good candidate for a chosen mate.

　　As she let go of her doubts and hesitance, she brought her...