~Storme~
Theo’s fingers were relentless. My pulse roared in my ears, louder than music, louder than any chatter around us.
I bit down on the inside of my cheek to suppress a gasp when his finger slid into me. My wolf growled with pleasure and frustration; her instincts tangled with mine.
“You look flushed. Is the food not to your liking?” the king asked, noticing my countenance.
“No!” I quickly interjected. “It is. I’m just so happy that you’re okay.”
Theo’s fingers didn’t stop. They teased and tormented, sliding with agonizing precision, dipping just enough to make me ache for more.
His composure infuriated me the most. The way he sipped his wine and exchanged discussions, all while unraveling me beneath the table.
The king continued, oblivious. “Tomorrow, the queen will meet wit
