Seventy-four

RHYS POV

Her words struck a chord within me. I reached for her hand again, turning it over and tracing it with my fingers. I didn’t answer her; I had no answer whatsoever for what she’d just asked. Emma sat up boldly, not bothering to hide herself again. She dragged her hand from me, giving me a look as she got down from the bed and walked to the bathroom. As she walked away, my wolf and dick throbbed at the sight of her. One part of me wanted to drag her to bed again, but the other part was troubled that I felt this way for her, that my wolf was too active when it came to her.

I stood up slowly as the realization set in me. Apart from Arabella who was long gone, my wolf hadn’t been active in any sexual relations. It should be a cause for concern, but I didn’t want to think about that right now. I couldn’t help it, though. The way my wolf nearly popped out of my skin when we were together, the way I stopped myself continually from marking her, the way I had to rebuke my wolf time and