Kael collapsed onto the wide cushion the moment he stepped into the living room, his breath coming out in heavy pants. His shoulders were tense, his aura sharp and restless, as though he had barely restrained his wolf on the way home.
"Hey Kael, you’re back," I said softly as I stepped out of the kitchen.
"Of course I’m back," he replied, rubbing his face. "And I’m completely worn out."
I laughed lightly, masking the way my heart tightened at the sight of him. There was something about him when he was worn down, something raw and unguarded that made him even more dangerous.
"I made your favourite today."
His head snapped up.
"Really?"
I nodded and walked closer, kneeling beside him. My fingers worked slowly, deliberately, unbuttoning his shirt and easing his shoes off. His skin was
