A hiss and a choking sound.
“Are you absolutely certain?”
“She’s trying to rip my clothes off, Elsa. Her mouth tastes bitter, and she doesn’t seem to be aware of anything other than my body.”
“Aphrodisiacs don’t have that kind of impact on shifters.” Elsa sounds worried. “She should still be in control of herself.”
“What do I do?”
“You could wait it out. Tie her up, gag her, and leave her in a room alone,” Elsa murmurs thoughtfully, unable to hide the concern in her voice. “But that’s going to cause her a lot of pain. Will you be able to bear knowing she’s in agony for hours?”
I suck in my breath. Restrain my mate? Muzzle her like an animal? Listen to her wail in misery?
“What’s the alternative?” I ask roughly, my heart tightening in my chest at the mere thought.
“Give her what she
