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I nuzzled my head into her hand, brushing up against her before laying at her feet. I had a good vantage point of the door to watch for intruders.
She scratched between my ears. “You’re just my little protector now, aren’t you?”
Yes, I was.
When she finished eating and got up to stretch, I hopped up on the couch, laying my head down on one of the pillows as my mate cleaned up the kitchen.
I was mostly healed, and there was no reason I needed to sleep next to her. Only that Iwantedto—but was that a good enough reason? I wasn’t sure. Not when she didn’t know who I was. Dammit, she didn’t even know my name.
Her footsteps were soft as she padded over to me, kneeling down on the furry rug until we were eye level.“Are you coming?” She looked towards her bedroom.
Raising my head, I looked at her and then back down at the couch.
Did I want to sleep out here, separated from my mate?No. No I did not.
So I hopped up, following behind her, padding across the wooden floor till we reached her bedroom. I hopped up—ignoring the slight sting pain that still radiated through my muscles from jumping—and curled myself into a ball on her bed as she changed into her pajamas.
But I didn’t look—because I was a good wolf who was not trying to catch a peek.
When she came out, sliding under the covers, my mate wrapped her arms around me. She burrowed her face into my fur, cuddling against me like I was her own personal heater and blanket in one.
For once in my life, I couldn’t complain, because my mate was wrapped around me, and the rest of my problems, well… they were later problems.
Tonight, I was just going to enjoy this.
CHAPTER FIVE
eryne
I’d never slept so peacefully. Warm and surrounded by the coziest smell of all time—like spice and leaves—I was more content than I’d ever been. Nuzzling my head further against my pillow, I let out a happy sigh.
Apparently, I should have adopted a wolf as a pet way sooner, if it meant I was getting this good of sleep. Last night, he’d been so cute, wagging his tail when I got home and perking up his ears as I made him the steak. I was probably getting too comfortable, inviting him into my bed like he was my new dog, but what did I care? He was so soft, and...wait.
Something hard pressed against my back. My eyes flew open, and I held my breath as looked down. I wasn’t wrapped around the fuzzy, soft wolf this morning.
At some point in my sleep, I’d rolled over, and there was an arm wrapped around my stomach. A veryhumanarm, coated in a fine dusting of reddish hair. I sucked in a breath.
Okay, Eryne,I tried to calm myself down, breathing in deep.I’m sure there’s a simple explanation.My mind raced, but I couldn’t come up with any ways to explain what was happening.
There was a man in my bed—in a spot where I knew the red wolf had been when I’d fallen asleep. A man who was spooning me, which meant that—oh, goddess.I turned my head just a little bit, confirming my fears.
He was totally, completely naked. My cheeks burned, and I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but the arm around me was tight.
I had to look at the facts.
Last night, I’d fallen asleep next to the wolf. This morning, there was a verynakedman in my bed. A man with dark auburn hair and a loose bandage wrapped around his leg.
What did this mean? My heart stuttered in my chest. It was almost like I couldn’t accept the reality that was staring me in the face.
Maybe Rina was right, and our elders had been keeping something from us. After the Clarke sisters married a pair of demon brothers, nothing should have surprised me. But thisdid.
I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.
The man groaned, rubbing his nose against my neck, and I held in my gasp. He was still sleeping, but if I moved even a fraction of an inch?—
All I could do was stare at the muscular arm curled around me. I was wearing a large, oversized t-shirt and panties, but no shorts. It didn’t really seem necessary to wear super thick pajamas when the wolf kept my bed nice and toasty. Only now, I was regretting the decision. My t-shirt had ridden up, and there was only a thin piece of cotton covering my bikini area.
His hand creeped lower down my abdomen as he continued to bury his face against me, and I didn’t know what to do. My face flushed. Was he going to… touch me?
