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heaven. “But this is your
room. I saw you have several bedr—”
    “It’s big
enough for the both of us, don’t you think?
     

Chapter
Four
    She glanced at
the bed and back at him. “Listen, Torrent—”
    “I won’t touch
you in any manner that you don’t wish, Caroline. I might want to
touch you. I might be fantasizing about it right now in spite of my
incredible fatigue, but I will not. Not until you invite me.”
    She believed
him. How could she not after the way he’d already behaved with her?
He’d been nothing but a knight in shining armor. Anyway, after all
she’d been through, she wasn’t sure she wanted to be alone.
“Okay.”
    “I’m glad you
trust me.”
    “I do.”
    He flipped back
the sheets and blankets, then slid into the bed. “Come on, then,”
he beckoned.
    Seeing him
there in those comfy sheets made her regret feeling so prim and
protective of herself. This was the hottest man she’d ever seen her
life. Why wasn’t she jumping his bones already?
    She hesitated a
moment, toed off her slippers, then slid into the bed beside him.
His strong arms wrapped around her and his body heat bled through
their clothes and into her skin, muscle and bone. She felt safe,
protected and, oddly, cherished.
    Her head hit
the pillow and she was out.

    * * * *
     
    Torrent grit
his teeth at the sensation of Caroline’s perfect body flush against
his. He loved everything about her. Loved her strength and spirit.
Loved her dark hair and eyes. Loved her sharp little chin and the
thin press of her lips when she was deep in thought.
    Every muscle
ached and he was so tired his very hair follicles hurt, yet he’d
been waiting all his mature life for this moment—to have his mate
in his bed. It was all he could do not to slip his hands down her
body and tempt her into giving that invitation he’d need.
    But he
couldn’t. Not just because they were both so exhausted, but because
Caroline needed to retain her trust in them if they were going to
make this work. And there was nothing more in the world he wanted
than to make a relationship with Caroline work.
    Even if it was
only a short time they could be together.
    That was one
reason why her presence here was so dangerous. The prophecy had not
yet been fulfilled. Without Caroline’s presence he would have been
ready to sacrifice his life or anyone else’s in the pursuit of
Lycaon freedom. That was all in question now because he could not
say he would be ready to sacrifice Caroline’s life.
    He would need
to keep her safe, safe from any chance that decision might need to
be made.
    The prophecy
meant he would die—there was no help for that. They would need to
appreciate every moment they had together until that time. But he
would not allow the same fate to befall Caroline.
    Her presence in
his life was a beautiful, miraculous thing that filled his heart
with love and hope—things he had not felt in many, many years. It
was also the most horrible thing that could have happened to him
and perhaps to her as well.
    Torrent nestled
his head behind Caroline’s on the pillow and pulled her sweet body
up against his, holding her around the waist as though he’d never
let go. Inhaling the scent of her still damp hair, he closed his
eyes and put all troubling thoughts from his mind. For now, he
would enjoy this.
     
    * * * *
     
    Caroline awoke
cradled in the comforting heat of Torrent’s huge arms. She sighed
and nestled closer to his chest, inhaling the soapy scent of his
skin. Warm, safe and peaceful was quite a contrast to the last week
of being cold, terrified and starving. It was like waking up in
heaven.
    It shocked her
how easily she’d come to trust this man. Normally, she was not a
woman who did that. She’d lived her life very carefully, watching
and weighing every male that came into her life with suspicion born
from feeling betrayed by her father. He’d married a woman who had
not liked children, knowing that fact about her. For her and
her sisters,