Mads’s POV

“Wear a skirt for me.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. Theo knew it wasn’t either. Her cheeks flushed and I could scent the wetness gathering between her legs. That wasn’t how I wanted it to go. I didn’t want Theo to find out she was my mate because of my sister’s lack of filter.

I sighed, waiting by the cargo door, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingers. Arguably, I’d been waiting too long to tell Theo anyway, but she’s the ...