“How long did you feel sick for?” he asked.
“Two or three hours.”
“Then you do this every night until you’re satisfied with the revenge. Make me hurt.”
“No. Once is enough.”
“I deserve worse.”
“You deserve to move on. So move the fuck on and finally start acting like my mate.”
His grip on my thigh tightened. “Alright. I’ll move on.”
I knew it wasn’t going to be that simple.
He must’ve known that too.
But neither of us brought it up as his breathing slowly evened out. Or as I reluctantly let myself curl up against his side.
Or as he pulled me half over him, settling the loneliness that had been inside my chest every night I went to sleep without him.
My body seemed set on forgiving him—but I wasn’t going to let him off that easily.
He had been suffering, and I hated that for him. But that didn’t erase what he’d done.
sixteen
PORTER
I expectedto toss and turn all night.
I hadn’t slept through the night since the day I killed my family’s murderer. Hell, I hadn’t slept more than two or three hours a night since then.
But by some insane miracle, when I woke up with my mate in my arms, it struck me that I’d made it all night.
All night.
I felt better than I could ever remember feeling.
At some point while I was asleep I had rolled onto my side. She’d turned too, so her ass was against my erection and her back was to my chest.
The feel of her body against mine like that was so good, I couldn’t stop my arm from tightening around her.
Pulling her closer.
All she had on was those tight shorts and the little bra that didn’t hide a thing, so my arm was around her bare abdomen.
I’d never wanted anyone or anything as badly as I wanted her.
And my balls still fucking ached from the night before. I felt like shit for walking away from her with that vibrator, but that was the point. I’d screwed up, and I’d paid for it.
“You awake?” she murmured.
The sound of sleep in her voice made my cock throb. She rocked her ass against me lightly, and I bit back a groan at the pain of my need. “How long does a sex war have to last?”
“Longer than a day.”
“How would one army surrender?”