“We should get closer. In case danger presents itself.” Valeron nodded, unable to mask the eager expression that lit his face. Control yourself. Control your pod mate. But Neichon had no clue how he’d be able to manage that. Something about Inara drove him crazy. Not just the way she looked, though he had to admit her lush curves were more than he could have asked for. But also her personality. He loved their mate’s brazenness. They stopped in the forest just outside the pond, far enough away that Inara still had privacy, but close enough for them to hear the sound of splashing water. Valeron inhaled sharply beside him, and Neichon imagined they were both thinking the same thing. She was just a few hundred feet away, naked and wet, her hands on her body as she washed the dust away. It was unbearable agony to think on it. “By severn, I cannot bear it,” Valeron whispered. “I must see her.” “We cannot,” Neichon answered with a tortured groan. It was not right to spy on her.
