The Psi Wolf
"I have no desire for the Ebonhaven heralds to report that my newly bound princess perished from lack of air the moment she crossed my threshold."
I remained huddled beneath the dark furs, the deep baritone of his voice sending a thrilling, dangerous shiver straight down my spine. I forced my erratic breathing to slow down, kicking the edge of the blanket aside to expose my dark face as I slid my small frame to the far edge of the mattress, leaving the expansive, fur-lined center completely open for him.
"Are you explicitly inviting me into your space, Lyra?" Cassius asked, leaning his heavy torso forward until his dark, handsome face was inches from mine, his scent of clove tobacco and dark