This bed was too small. Tessa’s bed was too small. There was nowhere in the realm big enough and perfect enough to do all the things he wanted to do to his mate when he claimed her. And yet, anywhere with her would be undeniably right. But any speck of time with her would be fleeting, and it tore at him. His devotion was a clawing beast inside him, forever needing her body, her love and, above all, her safety. He would never be able to let her go to Damien. Never. He toyed with the phone from Brenin and it chimed with an incoming text. Brenin: Your little witch is hot. He typed back: Key word is MY witch. Brenin: Good for you, man. Glad you found her. Scorpio set the phone next to him and leaned forward, elbows on his knees, listening to the genial noises of the coven settling in for the night. A guard was still positioned outside his door, and others were gearing up to rotate throughout the night. For now, they were going to stay within the coven boundaries, keeping eyes on everything.
