Chapter 127

Hudson's POV The room felt too hot, too small. Christina lay beneath him, her breathing shallow, her hands still exploring under his shirt. Every touch sent fire through his nerves, but something cold was settling in his chest. He needed to know. He had to be sure. A beat passed. Then, "I... don't remember." The fire in his veins turned to ice. He could have continued. He could have taken what she was offering and let her wake tomorrow thinking it was entirely her idea. But he wouldn't. Not with her. Never with her. Hudson wanted her fully conscious, fully aware. He wanted her to choose him with clear eyes and a clear mind, to say his name with that sharp tongue and those clever lips of hers while knowing exactly what she was doing. "Fucking hell," Lycaon growled. "She's our mate." "And that's precisely why we wait," Hudson replied silently. He exhaled slowly and pushed himself up, his arms aching from holding back. His skin burned wherever hers had touched it. The evidence of his desi