Romaldo
Irabel had kissed him!
And now Romaldo needed pants a few sizes bigger.
His stylist would throw a fit if he even suggested it. The man never got his measurements wrong, but Romaldo would be justified regardless. He fought the urge to adjust himself right there. To ease the tension. To communicate to his boy that now was not the time. Although 'boy' felt like the understatement of the century to describe himself at the moment, or more specifically since Irabel kissed him. The second she locked lips with him, he'd gone full man.
God.
Kissing her was soul shattering, but when she initiated one? It was magic. The kind of magic that could bring an Alpha King to his knees.
Who was he kidding, his wolf wasn't made for submission, but he'd let her take charge. He'd let her kiss him
