Aleksasha couldn't deny her feelings. Every inch of her being called out to Matias. She watched the rivulets of magical energy rising from their bodies.
"We never finished what we started," she commented, listening to the whispering at the back of her mind. "She said we turned our bedroom into an altar. We were performing a ritual." It was a question but she knew the answer.
Matias's chest rose and fell as he breathed, trying to calm his wolf once more. He watched her, his icy eyes flashing golden for a moment. He raised his hands. "Alek, wait."
No. She decided. Iam not holding myself back. I am not hiding in my own home from anyone. She boldly walked toward Matias, watching the magic roll over and through his body.
"I do not want to hurt you," he warned, not opening his eyes.
"You won't." Her hands grasped the cloak tied around his hips. "I want you, Matt," she purred. "I won't be able to think again until I have had you."
