"Alright, leave it to me. Rest for a bit while I prepare your bath," Maxwell said in a low voice before turning away and stepping out of the tent.
Keeping himself busy was the only way he could suppress the lingering heat and restless desire still gnawing at him. If he stayed inside and kept looking at Addison in her weakened, disheveled state, his self-control would only be tested further.
Before leaving, he first reached into his magic bag and took out a large wooden tub, sturdy and wide enough for a proper bath. Carefully, he set it down in the corner of the tent, deliberately choosing not to carry Addison outside.
The faint pheromones still clinging to her body, along with the lingering scent of intimacy left behind, would be far too noticeable to the surrounding wolves if she stepped out now. He had no intention of letting others catch even a hint of it.
