Emrys’s POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.
The image of Mia on her bed, silk nightdress ridden up her thighs, fingers hesitating between her legs while she watched that video. It had been burned into my mind and turned everything else into ashes. I had stood in the shadows of her room, masked and silent, every muscle in my body locked with the effort not to step forward and help her. The scent of her arousal had been so thick in the air I could almost taste it. My wolf had howled inside me, demanding I go to her, drop to my knees, and replace her fingers with my tongue.
It had taken every single ounce of restraint I possessed not to do exactly that.
I had wanted to. Goddess, how I had wanted to. To spread her legs wider, bury my face between her thighs, and lick her until s
