That night passed by so slowly it felt as though Loki had frozen time just to torture Ezekiel and his demon was pacing the confines of his mind like a feral animal that could sense prey. The only issue with that was that the prey he wanted just so happened to be their mate and neither of them wanted her dead although they would be more than happy to eat her. His demon let out a growl at the thought that had slipped through their imagination and he dragged himself from the bed, resigning himself to the fact that he would not be getting any sleep. Why do you need sleep when we could be between our mate's thighs enjoying the perfect breakfast?
That is the last thing on her mind right now. I need this woman to like me before I just throw myself at her.
I beg to differ. I happen to think that
