Zeb's brothers carried his body away and the wolves dispersed into the surrounding trees.
She turned in his arms and his palms trailed down her sides and then to her backside cupping her bottom. Sinking to his knees, with Zeb's blood streaked on his face, he tilted his head forward resting against her stomach and the cool silk of her dress. His body trembled beneath her fingers. She feathered them softly through his sweat dampened hair.
"I couldn't think straight without you here. My focus was on the mate bond. I needed you and here you are." He slowly drew air in through his nose, breathing in her scent.
Tipping his head back, his black irises matched the now dark outer color and met hers. Strong arms pulled her closer. He inhaled deeply, again.
"You no longer have a table and chairs,
