Under Pressure

RETH

Reth woke hours before dawn, his nose full of her scent and his body aching to join with her.

He'd dragged himself into the furs well after high moon. Elia had left the meetings hours earlier, and was soundly asleep by the time he made it to the room. His only comfort had been that she'd chosen his furs to sleep in. He'd slipped between them into the warm pocket she'd created and wrapped himself around her. But either she hadn't woken or she hadn't spoken, and he'd fallen asleep immediately.

But now… now he was awake.

Very firmly awake.

Elia lay with her back to him, her hair scattered over the pillow and her face. Her shoulder pressing up and out of both the furs, and the wide neck of her sleepshirt.

The bare skin was an invitation he couldn't turn down.