"I don't think he'd appreciate your pity."
"So?"
"I need to get to work so our business doesn't implode."
She sighed."Five more minutes?"
"He already put us off at least seven or eight hours."
"Fine."She scooted up his chest and rubbed the side of her furry face against his stubbly cheek.
Callum's fingers tightened in her fur. His eyes opened slowly, his snores finally cutting off.
He looked... relaxed.
"Good morning," he murmured.
She rubbed her face against his—then gave him a sharp-toothed grin.
And shifted.
Crap.
A heartbeat later, my bare breasts were pressed against Callum’s chest. One of his hands was tangled in my curls. The other was on my lower back, barely above my ass. His stubble was rough against my cheek, his body the perfect temperature. Cool, but not ice cold.
His morning wood throbbed against the inside of my thigh as he lifted my hair to his nose and inhaled.
"Is scent important to fae?" The question slipped out before I could consider it.
Or get off of him
"Not as much as it is to immortals with enhanced senses, but yes." His hand moved slowly over my lower back.
It felt ridiculously good.
I needed to get up. I knew I did.
But the way his skin felt against mine was too fucking irresistible.
I was supposed to be seducing him, driving him crazy, but all I was doing was making myself want him more.
"For the record, this was unplanned." I eased my chest away from his, groaning inwardly at the loss of connection. His gaze lingered on my breasts as I climbed off of him.
"I'm aware."
"My wolf likes you too much."
"Nottoo much."
"You're not the one in her head, so you have no idea." I finally slipped out from beneath the blankets. It took a minute to steady myself. I'd slept so much longer than usual.
"Will I be in her head after the mate bond is sealed? My sources didn’t know, or wouldn’t say," he said.
"No. A mate bond would be between me and you, not you and her. You'd need to have a wolf if she was going to communicate mentally with them. That magic doesn't work in mixed-species matings. That's part of why most shifters only mate with other shifters."
"Will she be disappointed?"
My wolf chuffed."As if I'd rather be mated to a sweaty, furry beast than a smooth male who snuggles me so perfectly."
