Could he feel it, too?
Oh, Goddess. Every time he so much as looked in my direction, I had to forcefully suppress the urge to throw myself at him.
It felt like I was in heat. It felt unbearable to not be touching him. It felt like we were in the middle of our silly game again, when the burning need to feel him inside me had reached a fever pitch, but I couldn’t have him.
Not here. Not now. It didn’t feel appropriate. At the same time, refraining felt utterly unnatural.
I knew why the pull of the bond was suddenly so extremely strong. Our wolves were back in close proximity for the first time in days, and we were still Unmarked.
I realized with self-deprecating amusement that their reunion would be much easier on our human forms if we had completed the goddamn Mating process alread
