William lay Zee’s limp form on the bed and tucked the blankets around her. She curled onto her side, stuck one arm out and snagged his hand.
He bent and kissed her ear. “Be right back, love.”
On the way to the fireplace to throw another block of peat on, he scooped up his mobile and punched a number on speed dial.
“Yes, master.”
William rolled his eyes at his cousin’s mocking tone. “Plans have changed. Sleep in as long as you want. The Council will just have to wait.”
“Excellent.”
William heard a throaty feminine giggle in the background a split second before Owen disconnected.
He moved back to the bed and slid under the covers behind her, gathering her close. She sighed and turned into his arms.
“When are we going home?” Her husky, satisfied-woman voice washed over the sore place on his shoulder where she’d bitten it. It was a spot that would be forever tender, forever treasured. He stroked her hair.
“Tomorrow, love. Rest now. We have all the time in the world.”
Zee turned and propped her elbows on his chest, resting her chin on her hands. Her silvery eyes studied him for a long moment, gradually turning from sleepy to mischievous. “So, you were saying about my not having learned the finer skills?” Her pupils slitted and her lip curled in a dangerous smile.
Then her head disappeared under the covers and headed south.
William grinned, but shifted warily. “Just watch the teeth, love. Watch the—”
Her mouth closed over him. His back arched involuntarily in almost violent pleasure as his mate went beyond simple Choosing and took him on a ride that claimed him as hers alone.
With every touch, every stroke, every lick, it was she who captured him, bound him.
William gave himself over to it, grabbed the ironwork headboard with both hands...