~María José's Point Of View~
I was married. Finally married and it wasn't just to anyone, but the love of my life. Life was about to get as good as it could get.
The air in the room was heavy with lavender, flickering candlelight throwing soft shadows across the wooden walls of the room. It smelled like him; earth and pine and danger. And now me. The softest trace of wild jasmine from the bath I'd taken clung to my skin, mingling with the scent of mating that still somehow followed us all the way here.
My wolf was restless under my skin. Every inhale of his scent made her stretch and hum, brushing against my insides like a newly awakened force trying to figure out how her limbs worked. Her voice was a murmur, raw and half-feral:
"Ours. Touch him. Bite him. Ride him…"
R-ride him?!
What the hell was that supposed to mean?
