She was very welcome both in his lap and in his arms, and Akeem smiled down at her as he wrapped an arm around her, the back of his curled fingers stroking the skin of her back before settling there. Touching her made the wolf settle inside him, a pleasant surprise. "You don't smell like any Fae I've -" met would have been a bit of an overstatement, "avoided before." He gave her a sheepish little smile. "They don't usually smell quite so inviting."

Or they smelled too inviting, a sharpness and a threat through the rest of the scent. Akeem had learned to listen to his instincts.