Wanda
Gideon had been sleeping in my bed for a week now. Gideon had shown exemplary restraint so far and really only slept there. We hadn't had s*x for almost 3 weeks now and I could feel the tension inside me. On top of that, my wolf was sending me all kinds of erotic images around the clock. I knew that Gideon wasn't feeling any better.
If we carried on like this, I would soon be in heat and that was something I wanted to avoid at all costs.
If I was in heat, I would be in insane pain unless Gideon mated with me and marked me.
A shiver ran through me as I thought about being marked by Gideon. He really had been the perfect mate since we came back from the hospital. It was like we were on the island again. It all felt so right and good.
“What are you thinking about Sweetheart?” Gideo
