I woke to warmth and the scent of Darius surrounding me from everywhere. It clung to my skin, my lips, on my tongue, and started a fire low in my belly until my whole body was burning. My wolf stirred, her voice a faint whisper at the edge of my mind, but before I could distinguish any words, she went back to sleep.
My eyes fluttered open to the now-familiar ceiling, and I wondered how I’d ended up in the king’s bedroom again.
A door creaked somewhere and I pushed onto my elbows, looking around in alarm. Darius stepped out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, wearing nothing but a towel that hung criminally low around his hips.
My first instinct was to look away, but my gaze swept over the broad planes of his shoulders, down the ridges of muscle carved into his abdomen, and finally to
