I'm lost in the moment of his lips on mine, unable to think straight the pleasurable tingles shoot through me and naw at the core. He pulls away from me breathlessly.
“My love, I need you to think about what you're doing,” his voice is soft.
“I know,” I whisper and I know he is right. I need to control myself.
He kisses my forehead and stands up taking the plates with him. I look at the clock and see it's 10:30 p.m., yawning, I turn around to look out the window. The snow has picked up, “Is the Lycan King going to be able to travel here with the blizzard taking place outside?”
He chuckles, “I am sure he will find a way, he is a Lycan after all. Plus, I'm sure he is close. They always arrive earlier than what they say, even if they don't come to the packs right away.”
I nod, I have
