JAXOM’S POV
1pm in Saltmoon Territory…
“Don’t singe that pretty fur of yours. I like you as a gray wolf, not a charbroiled one,” Trinity teased, failing to hide the shadow of worry behind her dark eyes.
“Ha. Ha. Very funny. I’ll try not to burn off any of the useful bits.” My lips captured hers in a branding kiss, one hand pressed to the small of her back while the other cupped her head.
She felt so fragile, so delicate, wrapped in my muscled embrace. I knew better than to think of my mate as weak- not with that piss and vinegar attitude of hers- but Trinity was still human, and I hated leaving her alone with her heat cycle in full swing. We had hours left before her estrus stage officially went into its final waning period, and if it flared again while I was gone, she would have to
