Lying beside her, his lips traced feathery kisses along her back, a slow, deliberate worship of the woman in his arms. He knew she was awake. He could sense the change in the rhythm of her breathing. That, and the way her body tensed just slightly when his fingers skimmed over the soft curve of her waist.
Still, she pretended.
And that was fine by him.
It occurred to him that Manic wasn't fighting him on this. Had she managed to break his wolf too? Or had she managed to heal his broken heart?
'Manic' Lucas called in his mind.
'She will do, Lucas. She is our Luna'. Manic responded.
Lucas smirked, pressing his lips to that little dip where her shoulder met her neck, his tongue flicking against her collarbone in a teasing whisper of touch.
One bite. Just one, and she would belong to him forever. Every man would know she was his.
Patience, Lucas.
She wasn't running. She wasn't resisting. He could wait.
For now.
