Viola knew she was being petty. She knew she was trying to ward off an unwanted mate from his path in a way that was arguably a little immature, but she couldn't help it.
The deep, irrational possessiveness rising in her chest at the thought of him sharing a bond with another she-wolf, one who could offer him more in terms of pack alliance and bloodline than she ever could, was not something she was willing to sit quietly with today.
So she turned, walked straight into his arms, pulled his head down, and kissed him before whispering against his mouth, "It's no one of importance. I think I'm in heat. Put it out for me, Seb."
She slipped her hand into his trousers and wrapped her fingers around him, and he groaned at the unexpected contact and kissed her back with instant, hungry urgency.
"You're playing unfair, wife." She stroked the head of his tip slowly and the sound he made deep in his throat sent heat flooding through her.
