AM

split second, I didn't

bed was too big, too soft. My body felt... s

go

t ni

s darting around and l

essly across the bed, hair messy, lips parted s

hurt myself because if I stared any lo

already hitting

the type to wake up early, smooth his hair, drink coffe

spered into my p

ed to

e gasp at the soreness in my thighs, and began

eing to the door, my fingers

ight into a wall o

d, stumb

pologetic. A mug of coffee in his hand like th

bright amber, hi

y reached the flaccid monster between his legs, then shot straight to the wa

o l

tilting his head. "And where exac

managed, staring very

rose in genuine surprise. "Most

aw dr

y, r

not like m

e murmured, amusemen

spond, a voice rum

Arlo muttered, "you shouldn't run when we

ight behind me, a grin tugging at the corners of h

also

hy was I sandwiched between two giant, naked, v

sleep just now

e not exactly as quiet

Kael's warm breath brushed my shoulder f

t was a mistake. A one-time thing. We

ough. "You think we're done with you? We'

s voice dipped to that dangerous so

t kicked pai

"We probably won't even

we don't 'run into' people. If w

llowed, gathering whatev

ave t

ted just enough for me to breathe again

an ma

e, with enough Alpha energy behind th

said. "You're not walking out lo

my entire body

to my legs, then back up w

are

mortified b

ast me into the room.

n't ne

it," Arlo said, alread

nds to my face,

I gotten myself into

*

ates of the Whitebrock estate

and Kael had done to me. The ache between my thighs wasn't subtle. It

to the hallway leading to my

coming from dres

y eyes closed

uc

there, leaning against the wall lik

d to him

id. "We're not married anymore. Wha

e you're still a Whitebrock wol

but didn't le

erything you do reflects

th a shrug, "good

ed away from him before h

the air left my lungs. I leaned against

tung more th

. Once upon a time, he couldn't stand to see me hurt. O

ust flipped into som

eyes and ru

back there. Not ment

th between my thighs. Kael's dick in my mouth. The way I los

had a one-night stand. Definitely

oftly, cover

t happen

, trying to walk normally even though there was

y their scent, their touc

towel, toweling my hair, I paused

ows fu

hat

the sill, glossy and pitch black. Ravens h

myth. Stories ch

rtal in t

kept a single r

an didn

was mixing them up. This bird couldn't be a

with a thin black ribbon on the sill, an

imple. Delicate. Ri

ael. It had

not pleas

ssessive, like a

uttered. "Jus

onto my bed, and tightene

hought this was,

t happeni

lutel

ig