A Dawn with the Wolf Knight (Married to Magic, #5)

by Elise Kova

Evander kisses my shoulder and grumbles sleepily, “Good morning.” “It’s early yet,” I reply with a yawn. “We shouldn’t waste the day.” “We shouldn’t.” Yet, neither of us moves. We continue to relish in these sweet, uninterrupted moments of simplicity. Of pretending that our obligations are not as overbearing as they are. Finally, he pulls away. Our skin sticks from being pressed together for half the night, and him peeling away has cool air rushing in on my back. I groan softly, yanking at the blanket. Evander chuckles and leans over, kissing my temple lightly. “We must.” “It’s cold.” “It is not, you are merely a little stove.” He stands, collecting his clothes. I roll onto my back to watch him, resisting another groan when his trousers rise over the pert curve of his rear. Evander catches me staring and smirks. I don’t look away, smirking back. “You know, early lykin would often go without their clothes, preferring to be as ‘natural’ as possible. I could bring back that tradition.” I laugh and sit. If he’s getting ready then I should as well. “Do what makes you the most comfortable.” He wraps his arms around my waist when I stand, pulling me close. A low growl rises up the back of his throat. “Perhaps I would enjoy it if you embraced the tradition, too.” I snort and push him away. Evander releases me without a fight. “I would not be comfortable roaming naked.” “And here I thought witches danced in the woods in the nude.” He begins collecting the bedrolls. “Sometimes we do...