Theo stared up at the ceiling, unmoving. Just as he'd been doing for the past hour. Emilia was rolled onto the other side of the bed, she would not keep still but was very much asleep. The sighs and whimpers that left her lips was enough to make sinful thoughts crawl into his mind, consuming every rightful thought. His control was thinning with every movement she made. His wolf urged him to give in to such vulgar thoughts but he held onto the narrow line of control.
When his eyes slipped closed he saw every image his body yearned for. The sinful images fell from his eyes when they opened, refusing to give in. He was better than listen to a hormonal wolf, but was he better than to listen to himself. His thoughts were carved from his own mind. The vivid scenes came from his own desire for
