“Fern, we’ve been through this,” Cedar replied. “We have to wait for the right time, and I promise you, it will be worth it in the end. Just be patient a little while longer.”
“Don’t you want to mate with me? To claim me as your own?” Fern’s voice became heavy with desire.
“Of course, I want to mate with you, Fern. I always have.”
Lavender clutched her chest as Cedar confessed to Fern. She felt like vomiting as her head spun. She was seeking the truth, wasn’t she? And now it seemed like she had found it in the most unexpected way possible.
“Then make love to me. Prove that you want me and you can’t live without me,” Fern whispered.
“Fern, we can’t. My wife will feel it. When she feels the pain, it will only confirm her suspicion about us, and that means trouble for my pack."
"She won't. Your wife may be fast asleep, and we only need a few minutes to show each other how we feel," Fern reasoned out, pouting her lips in a seductive manner.
Lavender’s eyes widened as Fern kissed Cedar hungrily. The bastards parted after a few minutes, and Fern whispered to his mouth, saying, "I need to feel your touch, your passion, even just for a moment."