Romaldo
Romaldo wasn't one for being on the receiving end of possession, but one sound—one glorious, possessive sound from his mate—sent something unfamiliar rushing through him when it almost blew the cabin's walls apart.
Vieva froze, but he wasn't paying attention to her. Not even to get rid of her.
His lips split into a pleased grin, while his whole being itched to walk right back and get lost in Irabel all over again.
It would paint him as pathetic, but he didn't care about that either. He could die buried in her and he wouldn't care.
Another growl rumbled deep in his mate's chest. Possessive, but also full of need too.
"If you keep up with those thoughts, I won't be held responsible for what I and my wolf will do." Irabel mind linked, making him realise that he'd been an open bo
