MAXIMUS:
The morning after was quiet.
I had spent the first hours with her. Not a war, not a proclamation just time. Quality time. Her skin under hands, the steady rise of her breath against my chest, the way she fit beneath me like she had always been meant to. A satisfied rumble torn through my throat. For the first time in a long while, the hunger didn't dominate me. It softened.
When she left the room, she moved with care, almost falling as she walked. I had been a little rough on her, and I didn't regret it. I wanted her more than I could ever admit. But I had to let her go. I couldn't risk marking her. My wolf was begging me too. At least not now. Not when my scent would linger on her, when the possibility of impregnating her was high, when my enemies watch for any misstep. I ha
