***Wolf’s POV***
He quickly lifted me into his arms and wrapped my legs around him as he kissed me passionately, pausing just long enough to breath before stealing my lips again. His hands caressed every inch of me as his lust took over, and my encouraging tugs drove him wild. I let out a rare, delighted giggle, and he saw red at the intoxicating sound.
I awoke at dawn, wrapped in blankets beside the fire and my worn out lover. I looked at him fondly. I didn't love him, certainly not like I did Istoviir and probably never could love like that again, but I didn't like the thought of not being with him and that had to count for something. As weird and wild as he was, he made me smile. I smiled as I pulled my dress on and his wandering hand caught me, spinning me into him. “Where are you
