Chapter 97: Sleep, Love

Even though he was impatient about Emma and was pacing through the cottage, his body was still flushed. He felt like he could have many more rounds of sex with his mate. There was something terribly wrong. He had marked her in a frenzy. Over the time, he had exercised a lot of control on his lust when he was around her and been extremely careful to not mark her, so how did he lose control now? 

He peeked at Shira who was grinding paste in a thistle as she looked at Emma. The room in which Emma was, smelled like a mix of yarrow, honey, sage, rotten flesh and violets. Her lips were smeared with a dull green paste that Shira said was seaweed she had acquired from The Jade Sea of a different realm called Araniea. 

"What is taking you so long, Shira?" he growled. "She hasn't improved!"