"You're finally awake," Roman said as soon as Violet stirred. Her eyes had always been pretty, but now they shone like spun gold and were absolutely bewitching. Even a blind man could sense from her presence alone that something about her had changed.
The others would probably say he was lucky to be her mate. Hell, some might even envy him. But to Roman, it felt like the goddess had used the opportunity to punish him in the most exquisite, agonizing way.
Violet had slept like a baby through the night meaning the mating fever had chosen him to deal with instead.
He'd had a raging case of blue balls, and he'd alleviated himself so many times his hand actually ached. But it hadn't been enough.
The only saving grace was that Violet slept beside him. Maybe it was her scent, maybe just her nearness, but it had kept him from completely losing his mind, something not uncommon when the fever took over.
So yeah, it had been a long, torturous night.