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“Wesley, what about our clothes?” she exclaimed as he headed to the Hall.
“Ruined.”
She laughed. “Yes, they are, but I suppose we should attempt some modicum of decency inside the Hall. Countess Stalbridge asked us to be discreet, and we were anything but. It’s a miracle that no one caught us in the act.”
The thought made his cock throb. There was no way he would be ready to go again. They both needed to rest, recharge themselves. Soon the gravity of the night would set in, and they needed to have a plan to deal with what happened next. With the Queen’s blessing, they would be starting their new lives together.
He would not let Phillipa be punished on his account. It was his fault that her mother tried to force her into annulling their marriage, so she could send her to a second Season. If he had just revealed himself, he would have saved his beloved so much heartache.
But there was no fixing his past errors. He could only be a better wolven from now on.
“What if they hear us?” he asked.
“We’ll probably be thrown out of the Hall and the countess will rethink any kind words she would share about us with the Queen.” She pressed himself against his body. “We’re inside the Hall.”
The wolven had no complaints.
All was quiet. The party had finally come to an end as the sun rose. Baking smells wafted from the kitchen as the staff worked to prepare breakfast for the guests, and his stomach rumbled. He headed up the stairs and brought her to the door in front of her room.
“Want to sleep with you.”
“Wesley,” she said as she slid against his body, her feet on the floor. “I want nothing more than that. What we just did was scandalous. I fear we will anger the countess.”
“Married,” he countered. “Want the whole world to know it.”
“Yes, and soon they will.” A noise came from the staircase, and Phillipa’s eyes widened with panic.
“Come to my room.” He readied himself for her to say no. “Want to wake up with you in my arms. Might not have another chance.”
She lowered her gaze, but only for a moment before she met his. “Let me get my things.”
With that, she disappeared behind the door. He waited, for what felt like forever. A few servants appeared in the hallway, quickly turning away when they saw him.
Phillipa appeared in her dressing gown, covered with a robe. Her coppery braid lay over her shoulder.
“I thought the little fae might have talked you out of coming with me.”
“She would have.” Phillipa laughed. “But she was sound asleep. I left her a note so she didn’t panic when she woke up and I wasn’t there.”
“You’re always thinking of everyone else.” He put his hand on her back and led her to his room.
“It doesn’t always feel that way,” she said softly as he closed the door behind him. “It felt quite selfish refusing the Season, and even defying my mother to come to this Ball.”
“You did that for me, and for Ainslee. And we both appreciate it greatly.” He kissed her forehead, letting his lips melt against her skin. He could have stayed like that with her until the end of time. He had no idea how he’d stayed away so long. Watching. Waiting.
Her hands were on his shoulders, coming through his fur. “You’re so soft. Yet, you can be quite ferocious.”
“Which one do you like, my love?”
“I like them both. Very much.” She bit her lip and met his gaze. “Which do you want to be?”
He sighed. “I could hardly believe my transformation as it began. Refused to accept it. I told myself I could never come back to you like this.”
“What changed?”
“Countess Stalbridge stopped in front of my den—”
“Den?” Phillipa’s eyes widened. “You don’t have a house?”
