37. Desire

Esme’s POV

I was struggling to hold myself back from touching him.

Was it something in the air? Or the food? Or perhaps it was something about the moon and the mate bond.

“Mine,” Ira growled in my mind, and the possessiveness in that one call had shivers running through my spine.

Silvan turned to look at me, and the look in his eyes was all I needed to know that he felt this as much as I did.

My wolf was desperately pining for him.

“You are the desperate one,” Ira barked in my mind, and my lips curled up.

“But you are the one calling for him now,” I shot back with a mental eye roll that I hoped she was getting.

“That’s because you both are taking so much time. Get it over with!”

As though on second thought, Ira added, “I might need to help you,”

“That would be too soon,” I blurted, and embarrassment rushed through me when Silvan turned back to look at me.

Even worse was the large wave of desire that rushed through me as his scent wafted into my nostrils.

There had to be a way