Irabel
"He's insane!" Irabel grumbled, burrying her nose in Romaldo's T-shirt and taking the deepest breath of his scent yet. Gods, she had to thank Nykka for thinking of giving her something of his. Because no matter how furious she was at him, her mate was her salvation too. His scent was magic. Calming, intoxicating... distracting from his reckless decision of threatening the council.
She hated herself for it, but she'd used her mother's conversation with Romaldo as the perfect chance to finally give in. Just a little. To drown herself in what she'd been craving since the moment he showed up at the cottage. His scent, his touch, his... everything. The ache she'd been ignoring pressed lower, making her squeeze her thighs together. Useless. It wasn't nearly enough. What she needed was h
