“Is everything to your taste?” I looked up, right into my mate's alluring abyss of a gaze at his question. His protective tone matched the emotion that swam in there, making my belly flutter terribly. It was all it had been doing for the better part of our lone, quiet and welcome time in my mate’s bed chambers.
Everything was to my taste, surprisingly. After what I would consider a disastrous dinner, my own surprising boldness that inspired my life altering decisions, I felt a sense of satisfaction I hadn’t felt since my world had crumbled down. It was a sweet taste of revenge, but that wasn't exactly what my mate was inquiring about.
"It is, thank you." I said of the food set before me that had been prepared at an impossible hour after a mean rumbling of my stomach. Against my protests,
