I lay tucked firmly against Diego’s side, my head resting on his bare chest while his arm cocooned me against the chill of the midnight air.
Through our newly forged soul-bond, his heart beat in a slow cadence that lulled me into a state of peace. It was more or less a quiet sanctuary after seemingly endless warfare.
Diego’s fingers idly twirled a lock of my hair. His warm breath tickled the top of my head as a chuckle vibrated against my cheek.
"You're purring, mi reina," he teased.
"I'm not purring," I scoffed, swatting lightly at his ribs without opening my eyes. "Wolves don't purr."
"Yeah, right." His thumb lightly stroked the smooth skin of my shoulder. "It's almost as if your wolf is singing inside our bond. It's almost impossible to keep my hands off you when you're this relax
