She tried to kick me.
Again.
This time I caught her ankle before she could bruise anything important, kissed the inside of it, and bit lightly at the bone.
“Careful, princess. That’s how this started.”
I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, gentler this time.
Her hand found my hair again.
I closed my eyes for half a second.
Fuck coffee.
Fuck pancakes.
Fuck every civilized morning anyone had ever invented.
I wanted this.
Her sleepy and dangerous.
My brothers wrapped around her.
Her taste on my tongue.
Her laughter under the curses.
Her body shaking because we made her feel good, because she trusted us with every broken, golden, feral piece of herself.
I wanted to wake her like this every day.
For the rest of our lives.
And if the universe had a pr
