Kane was still talking, something about tracking rogue movements, about needing scouts along the riverbanks, but his voice was just a hum in the background.
My focus was shot, my attention stolen by the woman who had the audacity to fall asleep against me, the werewolf King.
The strongest and most powerful man in this world.
People quiver in my presence, piss their pants at my one command and she is sleeping without a care of this world? How?
Did I act soft with her? Am I missing something? Why isn’t she scared of me?
I let my fingers trail lower, brushing the nape of her neck.
She shivered.
A tiny gasp left her lips, but she didn’t wake. Her body curled in tighter, pressing closer, and fuck if that didn’t send a sharp pulse of need straight to my core.
The urge to grip her, to fist her hair and make her fully aware of what she was doing to me, was unbearable.
My free hand clenched into a fist.
Control.
I was always in control.
But this little mouse was testing it. Testi
