Draven.
I watched Meredith's back disappear as she shut her door. And I let my gaze linger on for a moment before walking straight into my bedroom.
I wasn't oblivious to my wife's situation—her heat. The scent hit me first, sweet, sharp and unmistakable.
I had already caught it at dinner, the way her heat curled in the air like smoke no one else could see.
And Rhovan had confirmed it with a low growl in the back of my mind: "She is burning for us."
I had said nothing to that. Instead, I had taken my time, letting Meredith squirm under the weight of her own desire, curious as to how long she could endure it.
By the time I stepped into my shower, I was already smirking to myself, water pounding against my skin as I thought of my wife's flushed face across the table during dinner.
'If she wants me,' I told myself, 'let us see how far she is willing to go.'
