Chapter 218

Hudson's POV I collapsed back onto the pillows after Christina left, one arm thrown over my eyes. The sheets still smelled like her. I rolled over and buried my face in her pillow, breathing in deeply. Orange blossoms filled my lungs, making my whole body tense with need. "Control yourself," I muttered. "Too late for that, "Lycaon growled in my head. "She's our mate. We need to claim her properly." I looked down and cursed at the obvious bulge in my silk pajama pants. I squirmed uncomfortably, trying to adjust myself, which only made it worse. My eyes drifted to the nightstand where that ridiculous pile of condoms sat there mocking me. Three dozen boxes, delivered way too late to be useful. "Someone's getting fired," I growled, making a mental note to deal with the hotel manager later. My phone buzzed on the nightstand. Then again. And again. I grabbed it with a sigh and checked the screen. Three messages from Roman. First: [So sorry again about the mix-up at dinner. I had no idea some