Caspian’s POV
“You don’t understand what you’re saying.” I snap, temper and frustration rising alongside the overpowering and irresistible urge to mate Viviane.
I can feel her uncertainty through our bond. Her body wants it almost as badly as mine, but her mind is unsure. “It was going really well.” She murmurs, turning back. I groan internally, seeing her lust-glazed eyes is not helping. “And it felt–
“That’s lust talking.” I cut her off before she can tell me how good I was making her feel. It isn’t necessary, I can smell her arousal even from across the room. “You’re not ready.” My wolf howls in my chest, an unmistakable mating call.
To my surprise, Viviane sways forward as if she hears it, but the confusion on her face tells me she has no idea why her feet decided to move. Interest
