I collapsed forward, laying my head against his solid chest as we both worked on catching our breath. The cab of the truck was completely silent now, save for the ragged sound of our breathing and the steady ticking of the cooling engine. Demetrius’s large hand came up to rest on my spine, his palm warm and soothing as he slowly ran it up and down my back, guiding me through the heavy aftershocks of our release. The raw, electric energy of our wolves still simmered in the cramped space, a quiet hum after the storm.
After a few quiet minutes, the cool night air filtering into the truck reminded me of our state. I finally sat up, shifting my weight on his lap, feeling the slight friction of the leather seats beneath us.
Demetrius looked up at me, a rare, completely satisfied smile playing
