Jadea
The threat of Adam’s wolf had subsided. There was no reason to continue the scene. I reached down and unlocked the leash from the hook in the floor, unbound his wrists and was reaching for the buckle on the collar when Adam’s hands caught my wrists and held them gently. Stopping me.
“Not yet,” he pleaded, looking up at me with pleading puppy dog eyes. He had never looked at me like that before and my heart started doing funny things in my chest. “Please, not yet mistress.”
I stared deeply into his blue eyes, trying to understand why he wasn’t ready. We had gotten to the heart of the problem and had discussed it. He had connected successfully with his wolf and the oath had been said. His wolf couldn’t harm me—with a few exceptions of course. This had been more than a success in my
