Elijah’s unwillingness to take advantage of that was inconsequential; it didn’t make Victor’s wolf any less susceptible to magic. It didn’t change how satisfied his wolf had felt seeing Elijah asleep in his bed. Maybe if he’d only been feeling gratitude for what Elijah had done or protectiveness toward someone helpless within his territory, but there’d also been a contentment curling in his chest that was distinctly proprietary at the sight. It had been paired with a certainty that, if his wolf had its way, the next time he undressed Elijah, the mage would be awake and returning the favor.
