He’d been burning the midnight oil for far too long, using any excuse possible to give her time to rest, de-stress, and make herself ready for what was fixin’ to go down between them. She’d had enough brutality in her life and he wasn’t about to push her. A mate didn’t behave that way. Any man worth calling himself a man treated his woman with respect and care. He’d learned those lessons at his father’s knee. His parents’ marriage had been as near perfect as he could imagine and he wanted the same for himself and Lana. As he’d sat here tonight, his patience nearing an end, he thought about how he would approach this mating business. In most lycan cultures, sex built up slowly until the night of consummation when the male’s cock would swell heavily at the base, locking mates together for hours of mind-blowing sex. Then the female would shift into her beast safely and the mated pair would spend their lives together, hunting and making little wolf babies. With Lana, things were different because she had already shifted, but Mad believed she deserved as much of his pack’s traditions as he could give her and he’d been thinking about that tonight.
