Page 33 of Seas the Day
A slow, sated smile spread across her face. Words were beyond her. She nestled into the crook of his arm, his body curled around hers, and let the aftermath settle over them like a blanket. The bliss was immediate, but so were the questions.
This man was perfect for her in ways she was just beginning to understand. But the logistics were a tangled mess in her mind—her Earth life, his pack, a looming war, a life built on a bond she still didn’t fully comprehend.
For now, she pushed it all away. She focused on the steady beat of his heart against her ear, the feel of his skin on hers, and the profound certainty that losing him would be like losing a part of her own soul.
How this would work, she had no idea. But the wanting to make it work—that was now a fundamental truth.
TWENTY-THREE
THALRIC
Sunlight filtered through the tall windows of Thalric’s private chambers, casting golden streaks across the silk sheets where Navira lay curled against his side. Thalric had been awake for the better part of an hour, simply watching her sleep, memorizing the way her dark hair fell across his arm and how her breathing created the faintest rise and fall against his chest. The rightness of her presence in his bed made his wolf howl with satisfaction.
Mine.
But beneath that primal satisfaction lurked his wolf’s frustration, a restless energy that had kept him from truly peaceful sleep. During their lovemaking, when desire had stripped away every careful barrier he’d built, his wolf had demanded the ultimate claim. The words had tumbled from his lips before he could stop them—a plea, almost desperate in its intensity, to mark her and complete their mate bond permanently.
Her gentle refusal still echoed in his mind.I don’t know what that means. Not yet.
He understood her hesitation, even respected it, but his wolf had snarled at the denial. In that moment of ultimate intimacy,when she’d been soft and pliant beneath him, when the mate bond had pulsed between them like a living thing, every instinct had screamed at him to sink his teeth into the tender curve where her neck met her shoulder. To brand her as his in the most fundamental way their kind knew.
Instead, he’d claimed her the only way she’d allowed—spilling himself deep inside her in the most primal act of possession he could manage without her full consent.
The memories of their intimacy flooded back with vivid clarity. The way she’d taken control, pushing him back on the sofa with a confidence that had nearly undone him before they’d properly begun. When she’d taken his cock into her mouth, the wet heat and skilled pressure of her tongue had required every ounce of his legendary control to prevent him from losing himself entirely.
Then when he’d settled between her thighs and tasted her, it had been everything his wolf had craved and more. The salt-sweet essence of her arousal, the way her body had trembled beneath his mouth, the breathless sounds she’d made as he’d brought her to climax. That moment when she’d shattered against his tongue had felt like the greatest victory of his life.
But it was when they’d finally joined, when he’d buried himself deep inside her perfect heat, that the mate bond had truly come alive. The connection between them had intensified beyond anything he’d imagined possible—her desire mixing with his, her emotions bleeding into his consciousness until he couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. That intoxicating blend of sensation and emotion had driven his wolf to the edge of madness.
If she accepts the mark, if they complete the bond...
The thought sent a shiver of anticipation through him. What they’d shared last night would pale in comparison to what they could experience as a fully mated pair. The telepathicconnection, the ability to feel each other’s emotions as clearly as their own, the way their physical joining would go beyond mere pleasure to become something transcendent.
But she had to choose it freely. His wolf might rage at the delay, but Thalric knew he couldn’t force the bond, no matter how desperately he wanted it.
A soft sigh drew his attention back to the present. Navira stirred against him, her lashes fluttering as consciousness returned. When her blue eyes opened and found his, the smile that spread across her face was like watching the sun rise over the ocean—brilliant and transformative.
“Good morning,” she murmured, her voice still husky with sleep.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?” His fingers traced lazy patterns along her bare shoulder.
“Probably the best sleep of my life.” Her smile deepened as she stretched languidly against him. “Being in your bed, in your arms... it felt so right. So safe. Like I could finally let my guard down.”
The admission sent warmth flooding through his chest. After years of maintaining perfect control, of never allowing himself to be truly vulnerable with another person, having her trust felt like the most precious gift imaginable.
“Having you here feels right to me too,” he admitted, his voice rough with emotion he couldn’t quite name. “More right than anything has in years.” He paused, then added quietly, “I need to apologize for last night. For asking you to let me mark you. My wolf got carried away in the moment.”
She shifted to face him more fully, her expression serious but not distant. “Don’t apologize for the intensity of your feelings, Thalric. I can feel how much this means to you—to both of you.” Her hand came up to rest against his chest, directly over his heart. “I just... when you said ‘permanent,’ I neededto understand what that really meant. I didn’t want to make any rash decisions in the heat of the moment, no matter how incredible that moment was.”
He covered her hand with his, pressing it more firmly against his chest where his heart beat steady and strong. “If you were to choose the bond, if you let me mark you with my mate mark, it would change you in ways that can’t be undone. We would be bound together forever—not just emotionally, but on a fundamental level that transcends the physical.”
Her eyes never left his as he continued, his voice taking on the careful cadence he used when explaining critical pack matters.
“The completed bond would let you feel my emotions as clearly as your own, and I would feel yours. That connection would only intensify with time. If you thought what we shared last night was incredible...” He paused, allowing himself a small smile. “It would be nothing compared to what we could experience with a completed bond. We’d also be able to communicate telepathically—thoughts, feelings, even images shared instantly across any distance.”
The weight of what he was describing settled between them. Navira’s expression grew more thoughtful, and he could practically see her processing the implications.
“And if I walked away after that?” she asked quietly.
