Harry simply tossed the blanket onto the bed with a sharp motion and crossed his arms against his chest.
"Get dressed," Emmanuelle ordered, challenging him with her eyes.
Harry leaned forward so that he was at the same eye level as her.
"Tell me, little Mate. How is my nudity disturbing since it's just the two of us?" he asked with an amused look. However, Harry and his wolf were still disturbed at the thought of other vampires lusting after their Mate, worse, biting her.
Emmanuelle squinted before crossing her arms under her chest. She was far too proud to admit that her beloved's words were admissible, but there was no way she was going to admit it out loud. She was still a highborn vampire, and she wasn't used to people standing up to her.
"It is daylight," was the only answer she
