Then another beat passes. And the anticipation becomes almost unbearable.
“You sure?” His voice is little more than a whispering growl. “I was gonna give you tonight.”
My heart squeezes.
Of course he was.
After everything I told him, this feral, possessive Wolf was prepared to sit here and hold me all night without asking for a damn thing.
I brush my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I’m sure.”
His eyes search mine. He needs more than that.
I understand. I see it.
So I give it to him.
My choice.
“I want you, Mate.”
Something flashes across his face.
Shock.
Need.
Possession.
And something infinitely softer.
I press myself closer.
“I need you, Rowan, please.”
His eyes close for half a second.
“Say it again.”
My pulse jumps.
“Which part?”
His eyes open. Pure molten gold.
“You know which fucking part.”
A smile tugs at my lips. For all his power, suddenly I understand.
My big, terrifying True Alpha needs something from me too.
Reassurance.
Acceptance. Compassion.
I cup his face in both hands.