Tales of Desire
The expression felt like a lie carved into my skin.
The bond between us had never felt right. From the first night she had walked into the mating circle, smiling like she had won something, my wolf had recoiled. I told myself it was only the shock of finding a mate so quickly after years of waiting. I told myself the emptiness would fill in time. It never did. Instead the hollow place inside me grew wider every day, until I could fit an entire ocean of longing inside it. An ocean named Reka.
Vanessa’s hand slid lower, brushing the front of my trousers beneath the table’s edge. “After this, you’re coming to bed. No excuses tonight.”