He considered the worst part about switching between a wolf and a human—having no clothes to change into. If Tamara was around and she welcomed it, he would be able to tolerate this as a minor inconvenience. He would gladly switch back into his nude human form for their mutual delight, but it would wreak havoc in public places and situations. When it came to being out in public, he preferred to be a wolf. No one ever noticed when a wolf was naked. It was expected and accepted. Taking out the iced tea, he poured a glass for himself and gulped down every drop. The water Tamara provided for him was a sweet gesture but it wasn’t enough for his increased libido and insatiable thirst, especially when she was parading around nude in front of him. He choked, in mid-gulp, and his breathing turned raspy as the image of her luscious body floated across his mind. He walked into the master bedroom that, as Nightfall, Tamara forbade him to enter. Searching through the bathroom closet, he found a towel and modestly wrapped his bottom half in it. This way, if any neighbors became curious and happened to notice him, they’d conclude he was merely a guest in her home instead of a sex pervert or worse—an intruder with the worst intentions for Tamara. He grimaced. He wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt her in any way. With him around, she was protected and safe…always. She was his mate and he would willingly die keeping her alive. Clicking the power button on the TV remote, he sat on the loveseat and luxuriated in the lingering smell of her scent wafting from the cushions. He melted into the seat inhaling the sweet, enticing aroma, imagining all kinds of delicious, erotic possibilities with her devilishly tempting body. Lord, she was sexy. If she were here right now, she’d need protection from him.