When Gideon awoke, he found himself holding Riannon in his hands. Although it was the best feeling in the world, having his mate so close, so tight against him, there were parts of him that were in pain. Literally.
He wanted her. Badly. There was no denying that. His hardness was poking at her back, and all he wanted was to roll her over and relieve her of her flimsy nightgown, which left little to his imagination.
But he knew that this was not the way. Not in their situation.
His wolf, Mars, was going crazy inside of him, begging to claim their mate.
“She is ours,” he challenged. “What are you waiting for?”
“She doesn’t know it yet,” Gideon countered, having to brush him off. “We can’t just take her. It doesn’t work like that with humans. If her wolf was around, it would be easier.”
