Our bodies lay entwined in the aftermath, my skin slick against his, both of us breathing in that heavy, satisfied way that comes after pleasure crests and breaks. The silk sheets beneath us had twisted into a nest of fabric, warm from our exertions. In the quiet darkness of his chambers—our chambers now, I supposed—I traced idle patterns across the smooth plane of Theo's chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath my fingertips. Artemis prowled excitedly through my thoughts, a restless energy that contrasted with my languid contentment.
‘Ask him. Ask him now. You want it. WE want it.’ My wolf's voice echoed in my mind, persistent and eager.
‘Patience,’ I chided silently, but I couldn't deny that she was right. The question had been hovering on the edges of my consciousness for
