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"Plenty," I responded. "And plenty more time for us to try them before we decide whether we want to bite or not."
He sighed. "I know that it probably feels personal that I didn't want to..."
I swallowed hard. "It hurt in the moment," I responded. "But I understand what you meant by saying you didn't want to do it. Being mates is...complicated."
He chuckled and shifted in the bed so he could look at me differently. "It is. But I'm looking forward to discovering all the complications with you." He reached out to touch my waist, the simple contact making my body respond. Just like it had only been a matter of time before we ended up here, I could tell that it was only going to be a matter of time before we ended up biting one another.
But that was okay. It wasn't that we weren't going to do it, it was just that we didn't want to do something like that in the heat of the moment. It had to be a decision, and I appreciated that.
Chapter 10
DELIA
There was something about waking up in someone else's arms that was different from waking up alone.
It was better.
I shuffled further back, pressing myself against Fenrir and feeling him harden against my thigh. It sent another thrill through me as I thought back on the fun we'd had last night. And the fun we could have this morning.
"You're insatiable," he murmured sleepily.
"It's my wolf," I joked.
He chuckled and pulled me closer, leaning in to nip my ear. "Is that just an excuse?"
"Mmhmm."
"I hate to break it to you, but I might need to eat before we do anything else."
"I've got something you can eat," I joked.
He laughed. "Actual food."
"I know." I turned around in his arms, seeing him looking at me with adoration in his eyes. I lifted my hand to trace the planes of his face. "I'm afraid that while I remembered tobuy condoms, my cupboards are fairly bare when it comes to interesting breakfast. I can offer you some porridge?"
"Porridge is a good breakfast," he said.
"Okay, so cinnamon bun porridge or apple and sultana?"
"What?"
"They're the flavours I have. It's from this fancy oat place. All the ingredients are good, they're just mixed together."
"Which do you like best?"
"Both, that's why I have them," I responded. "I might also have some cherry bakewell. I didn't like that one very much, but if that's your thing, then I can find it."
"It's fine. I think cinnamon bun, maybe?"
"Okay." I leaned in and kissed him.
He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss and making me think that he might not want breakfast first after all. Eventually, he let go, a wide smile on his face.
I threw off the covers and got out of bed, scooping his shirt off the floor. "I'm borrowing your shirt."
"Sure, but why?"
"So you can't wear it." I slipped it over my head, enjoying that it smelled of him, even if the man himself was in my bed, andIprobably smelled of him.
