Mmm.Damn, I feel awesome.
My body felt used and abused. Satisfied and content. The events of last night replayed in my mind, and a slow smile spread across my face. My wolf purred in agreement.
A warm, strong body was curled around me, and I sighed as I snuggled deeper into his embrace.
This feels so good. Oh, yes, I could absolutely get used to this.Something about that thought gave me pause, clearing the sleepy fog from my mind.
I froze.
No. It feelstoogood.
Shit.I tried to squirm away, but Alaric’s arms tightened around me. His hardness pressed against my ass, making me tingle with the memories of how he’d felt moving inside me.
On my back.
On my knees.
Against the headboard.
Oh God, even on the dresser.
We’d practically fucked across every inch of his bedroom.
My damn thighs were probably bruised. And yet my wolf radiated contentment, thoroughly pleased.
If I were being honest with myself, I’d agree to also beingthoroughly pleased. He’d absolutely lived up to—and beautifully surpassed—all expectations.
“Good morning,” he rumbled softly.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed.
“That’s my line, sweetheart.” His voice sent shivers down my spine. As did his impressive length searing my backside.
Fuck it,I thought. What could it hurt to indulge? Because, damn, last night had been dirty and decadent all rolled into a series of phenomenal sex.
I wiggled around to face him, and his mouth curled up into a sleepy smile in response.
I took in his beautiful face, strong neck, broad shoulders, and sculpted chest. “Do you think…?” My voice trailed off as a mark on Alaric’s pec captured my focus.
What in the…?
Oh!I jackknifed up in bed, unable to look away from the reddish-brown tattoo-like brand of a wolf marring his skin.
That had definitelynotbeen there last night.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
“Give me a minute, sweetheart. I’m still waking—”
“That’s impossible,” I interrupted. “We haven’t—we didn’t—we’re not. This is wrong.” My voice rose higher and higher until I was all but squeaking. I scrambled to my feet, standing over Alaric like some kind of giant, glaring down at him.
He sat up, his expression suggesting he thought I’d lost my mind.
How I wished he were right.
I reached down to touch him, just in case.
And nope. Definitely real. Definitely branded. Definitelymywolf.
