Edrik gets stuck in some rigging and Calista marches over to help him get unstuck without ruining her setup.
“What did I tell you about climbing into my rigging?” she hollers as she storms over.
Edrik’s eyes go wide with fright when he sees her coming. He looks like a fly stuck in a web, watching helplessly as the angry spider approaches.
“You’re really going to be the next Wolf King?” Drakor asks in a low voice.
Petr comes over too, looking me over like he can’t quite believe he’s standing in front of shifter royalty. “Like a realzkingking?”
“Yes,” I say with a laugh. “My father was King Axton, my uncle the king before him, and my grandfather was the great Wolf King Breyor.”
“And you met them?” Drakor asks, looking at me in awe.
“Yeah,” I say, trying not to chuckle. “A couple times.”
They both look at me with stunned amazement.
“Is it true that Calista will be your queen?” Drakor asks.
I look at her and a flood of happiness fills my body. She’s unwinding Edrik’s foot from the rigging where he got it all tangled up, and cursing him and Valther out while she does it.
“If everything goes to plan,” I say, feeling my stomach sink. “Although there are some deadly shifters who will be trying to stop us.”
Drakor takes a step forward and slams his big meaty knuckles into his palm. “They’ll have to get through us first.”
“Dat’s right,” Petr says, rolling his shoulders. “No dogs will gets their mangy paws on ours Captain.”
I don’t know how they’re going to match up against a bunch of deadly wolves, but I’ll take all the help I can get.
It’s the middle of the night and I’m wide awake. I’m lying on the wooden floor outside Calista’s door, staring at the low ceiling and thinking about everything. My pack, my future, my dad, my cousin, but most of all, I’m thinking about Calista.
She’s always there in my mind. Even when I’m thinking of something else, it’s through a new lens. A lens that revolves around my mate. Calista permeates everything now.
I can hear her behind that door, tossing and turning.
Every night she asks me to sleep in her bed with her, but I always refuse. I know where that will lead. I’d be too weak to deny her.
I turn my head when I hear light footsteps approaching. The door creaks open and there she is, standing over me in her sleepwear—short silk shorts and a matching silk tank top. All that skin makes my wolf growl and pace around hungrily. My cock gets long and hard as my eyes glide up those sexy legs.
It hurts how much I want her.
Her blonde hair is out of that braid and loose on her shoulders. It’s wavy and messy and does something to me that I can’t quite explain.
The sexy sight is bad enough, but that smell—Gods, I can smell her arousal. It’s like fire in my lungs. It’s permeating off her like a heady perfume I can’t get enough of.
“I hate that you’re so close, but so far,” she says, leaning on the doorway.
When she moves, her shirt billows out and I catch a glimpse under it. I see the bottom of her round breasts for half a second and I close my eyes with a groan. My cock is throbbing.
Even though my eyes are squeezed shut, I can still see that gorgeous tempting image behind my eyelids. Gods what I would give to feel those breasts. To have them dangling over my face. To swallow them in my hands. To taste them with my ravenous mouth.
I don’t think I can last…
“What are the rules again?” she asks, licking her lips as she eyes my hard on.
I cover my eyes with my arm, unable to handle the extreme temptation. “We went over this, Calista. We can’t touch each other like that before the mating ceremony.”
“Touch each other skin on skin?” she asks. “What about clothes on clothes?”
