DOM
Lena was healing at a rapid-fire speed, but she still tired quickly as we walked. I'd begged her to take it easy, just a little longer, for my sake if not hers. The wolf in me was desperate to chain her to the bed if it meant she'd rest, but I kept beating back the urge. Though her defiance and desire to push herself made it harder to do so.
She'd finally relented and even let me carry her part of the way back home before insisting she needed the exercise.
My mind had immediately supplied various other activities to exercise her body, but I'd meant that I wouldn't risk her healing. But she'd caught the look in my eye and ran a slow, exploratory hand along my jaw. Her scent shifted as it had before, to something delectable and inviting. Gods, I wanted her.
I'd set her back on her feet. "You're trouble," I said, voice low.
She smiled up at me, teasing and wicked. "You already used that line. If anything, I'm at most a nuisance."
