Ch. 8

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I cursed to myself and the four walls of my office.

I’d come down here to hide from the fact that Charlie was still lying in bed. Completely naked. After showering together, we both agreed that particular cat was out of the bag. No need to hide what we’d already seen. And we both happened to prefer sleeping in the nude.

The problem was, I couldn’t stop thinking about her luscious body. And my cock apparently had me on mute because all my attempts to talk him down were summarily ignored. Like I said, it was a problem. Which is how I found myself opening the Council summons claiming Darcy had conspired with Mallory and her mates to murder Quade.

I set the summons aside. Even something that dire couldn’t divert my attention from the ache in my cock or the almost inescapable desire to rejoin my naked mate in our bed. I’d never felt such a soul-deep need to be one with another person before. Not even with Mallory.

My mind automatically drifte