Seraphine's POV
After the sudden, wild intensity, the silence that returned to the room was almost as indescribable as the act itself. It was exhausting, triumphant. Our wolves now rested, though the bond still pulsed—softly, constantly.
Darius moved with a long, hoarse exhale, rolling down beside me. His arm immediately wrapped around my waist. Both our bodies were slick with sweat.
“This…” he began, but didn’t finish.
“Exactly what was needed,” he growled. “I couldn’t have done it any other way. I’ve waited months. And my wolf… he was going insane.”
“So was mine,” I replied. “Now he can sleep a little.”
“A little,” he agreed. “But first—cleansing.”
He turned on the water to fill the massive stone-carved tub. Hot steam filled the bathing chamber. We didn’t wait for it to fill compl
