I tipped my head to the side and pressed in closer. “I have some ideas.”

His eyes dropped to my mouth as his muttered, “I bet you do.”

I slid both hands to his neck, lifted up on my toes, and whispered, “This time, I want you to bite me.”

His eyes flared and the brown spikes started to obliterate the blue.

Then we weren’t in the entryway of the restaurant. My hair was flying, I was holding on, and, presto, we were in Abel’s room.

He tossed me to the bed.

I blinked, pulled in breath, and scrambled to my knees.

We looked into each other eyes.

Abel’s were both brown.

Oh yeah.

He lunged.

I met him halfway.

* * * * *

Sonia

That evening, Sonia put her knee to the bed, her eyes to her husband who was lounging in it, chest bared, covers up to his hips.

She barely got in and settled back on her calves before Callum reached for her, muttering, “Why you persist in wearing nighties to bed, I will never know.”

And then he tugged the tie on one side that held up the nightie at her shoulder.

Why she bought it knowing Callum would do just that, she did not know.

No, she did. Because she knew he’d do just that.

It was just that, right then, she needed his attention on other things.

She lifted a hand to hold the silk over her breast, saying, “Cal, we need to talk.”

He stayed leaned toward her, weight now in his forearm in the bed, but his eyes came to her.

“We can talk after.”

She knew what that meant, considering his voice was a rough growl and the tawny spikes were seeping into his blue eyes.

She also responded to it. Just hearing his voice, knowing what it meant he wanted from his eyes changing, but more, seeing the hunger on his face, the urge she used to try to fight but no longer bothered started to come over her.

“It’s important,” she said quietly.

He dropped his hand to her knee and replied, “It’s important to me to get my wife out of that nightie and for her to lay on her belly and spread her legs so I can play.”

The urge escalated significantly, but Sonia fought it back.

“I’m worried about Abel,” she told him.

“We’re all worried about Abel,” he told her.

“No, my handsome wolf,” she said gently, “I’m worried because he’s somewhat like me. I’m worried because he knows nothing about his people.” She covered his hand that was moving up her thigh and leaned his way. “I think before Gregor shares about The Prophesies tomorrow, you and Lucien should take Abel aside privately. Share about his nature. His people. Himself.”

Callum’s hand arrested, and not because Sonia’s covered it.

“The Prophesies take precedent,” he declared.