Page 88 of Primal Wrath

I chuckled. “We’ll clean it up later.”

She straightened, turning to face me, and running her hands up my chest. “I’m dripping out of every orifice.”

“Yeah, you are.” I slid my hand between her legs, cupping her mound. “Any concerns about being mine now, baby?”

She settled her cheek to my chest. “No.”

“Good.” I kissed the top of her head. “You want a bath and some wine.”

“Does my man know his woman?”

I chuckled. “Yes, yes, he does.”

She smiled up at me. “Then make it happen, Daddy Cakes.”

I leaned down to kiss her, then made it happen.

Sierra

“Wake up, baby.”

I groaned, pulling the covers closer as I shook my head. “What time is it?”

“Five.”

“In the morning?” I squeaked.

“Chase the sunrise with me,” Wrath whispered.

“Why?” I groaned.

“I have a surprise.”

“Are we leaving the compound?”

“We are.”

I sat up. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Is it safe?”

“Takin’ a couple of recruits with us,” Wrath said, walking into his bathroom. “Wear jeans and boots.”

I slid off the bed. “We’re taking your bike?”

“We are.”

“Do I get a hint?”

“No. Get dressed, Moonbeam. Grab your leathers.”

“Will there be coffee?”

He stepped out of his bathroom with a frown. “Would I have the fuckin’ nerve to wake my woman at the ungodly hour of five and not provide for every single one of her needs? Now, go. Get. Fuckin’. Dressed.”

I let out a huff. It was dramatic. It was loud. But it was totally fake, and I knew he knew it by the laugh I heard as I made a run for my room to get dressed.

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