I didn't want Mairwen simply comfortable with me. I wanted her begging for me. But the former probably needed to come before the latter, in that case, and a good night's sleep together would be safer than helping myself to her body after a day of her worrying. Mairwen's nose burrowed into my throat, and I held my breath as she brushed a shy kiss over my pulse. Patience. It would be my mantra for as long as I could hold the rut at bay.
