This was so much better than his cloak that I had searched for like one mad when I needed it.
I inhaled and melted some more into my mate’s embrace. Just a few more moments. I would let him go just as soon as I was calm enough. As soon as I had my fill. But then he ran his fingers through my hair and got my wolf purring and me biting back a moan. Perhaps I would need more than a few moments.
Having awakened to the feeling of loneliness and utter emptiness, I had longed for him. For my mate. The urge was as strong as my need to breathe and it had taken everything in me to keep from shifting and wandering through the palace hallways sniffing him out. I had however ended up sniffing my bed, because, for a very strange reason, I had been picking his scent on the sheets each morning I woke
