“Your eyes,” Mira breathed. “They’re gold. I... I think I wrote about it in my journal.”
I didn’t try to hide it. Couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. The wolf was too close to the surface, pushing forward, demanding to be seen. To be known.
“Yes.”
She stared at me. I waited for the fear or rejection. The moment she realized I wasn’t entirely human and decided she wanted nothing to do with me.
Instead, she reached up and touched my cheekbone. Traced the edge of my brow where the gold burned brightest. Her touch was gentle.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked. The words came out rough, barely controlled.
Mira met my gaze and held it.
Then she pulled my mouth back down to hers.
She kissed me with hunger and I answered with everything. Her hips bucked against me and I thrust up harder, pinning her against me, every slide slick and torturous through the soaked fabric between us. She moaned louder, trembling on the edge.
“Percy, I’m...” Her voice broke. “I’m going to...”
“I know.” I held her tighter, one hand fisted in the back of the jacket, the other gripping her hip. My eyes locked on hers. “Let go, love. I’ve got you.”
She shattered.
Mira’s whole body went taut in my lap, trembling, a broken moan spilling from her lips as the wave crashed through her. I held her through it, watching her face, memorizing every expression as pleasure overwhelmed her.
Wrecked and flushed, wearing my jacket while she came apart in my arms.
Fuck. The most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
When the tremors subsided, I eased her off my lap and down onto the mattress. Gentle, careful. She was boneless beneath me, chest heaving, eyes glazed with satisfaction.
I lay down beside her and pulled her against my chest. Mira came willingly, tucking her head under my chin, one hand settling over my heart. Her fingers traced lazy patterns across my tattoos, following the lines of ink she’d been so curious about.
“Well,” she said after a long moment. Her voice was drowsy, sated. “That escalated.”
I laughed. The sound rumbled through my chest, and she smiled against my skin. “Sorry. Can’t help it around you.”
“It’s fine.” She pressed a kiss to my collarbone. “It’s mutual.”
We lay there in comfortable silence, her fingers still tracing the ink on my chest. The wolf was settled now, content in a way I hadn’t felt in a while.
“I still don’t know what it is,” Mira murmured, voice heavy with approaching sleep. “But I feel safe with you three.”
My heart clenched.
I combed the hair back from her face. Pressed a kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered closed.
“You are,” I whispered. “Safe. With us. Always.”
Her breathing evened out peacefully.
I held her and watched the moonlight shift across the ceiling.
The door opened an hour later.
Lucian and Solomon stood in the doorway, silhouettes backlit by the hall light. Their eyes took in the scene. Mira curled against my chest, still wearing my jacket, face peaceful in sleep.
Lucian’s expression was calm. “Did you tell her?”
