Kian
It’s been three days since I last saw my mate, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Taking care of her while the fever burned through her had nearly broken me. I kept remembering the way she’d curled against me in her sleep, the way she’d whispered my name, the way she’d looked at me as if I were still the boy who used to protect her.
'Mate is perfect,' my wolf says, and indeed, she is. All I want right now is to tell everyone that she is mine. I want to mark her and mate with her again. Damn it.
Our recent encounter plays over and over in my mind. My lips on her flat stomach, then on her soft, elegant jaw. My c**k stirs at the memories. Her big, mesmerizing eyes were clouded with desire, and her soft moans sounded like music to me. Nara is everything. My wolf, my c**k, and I a
