Gideon couldn't help but hum in satisfaction as he led Freya on their journey back towards the capital. They had spent almost the entire morning making love, and their travel time back to the capital had taken a hit as a result. It also didn't help that his mate was currently exhausted and yet refused for him to carry her on his back using his wolf form.
Despite her words of not wanting to impose on him, the Bond made it as clear as the bright sun above them that she simply didn't want to have too much bodily contact with him after their rigorous love making. Not because she didn't want to, of course.
No… It was because she apparently couldn't trust herself not to try and goad him into having another round of bed-breaking sex in the middle of the road.
[A-And I'm more than justified for it,] Freya weakly whispered beside him, her cheeks burning red at his thoughts. [You… I did say you changed something in me… I just didn't think it would be like this…]
