Cain’s POV Dawn crept through the gaps in the shutters, painting her sleeping form in pale gold. She lay tangled in the furs, one leg thrown over mine, her cheek pressed to my chest. Her breathing was slow, even, but I knew she was awake. The slight twitch at the corner of her mouth gave her away. "You're thinking too loud," she murmured, her voice still rough with sleep. "Am I?" I traced a finger down her spine, watching the goosebumps rise. "Maybe I'm thinking about how beautiful you look in the morning light." She opened one eye, a cynical glint in it. "You're a terrible liar, Alpha." "But I'm good at other things." I rolled her onto her back, pinning her beneath me. She didn't resist, just arched into me, her legs parting to cradle my hips. "Want to see?" Her hand slid between us, gripping my half-hard cock. "I want to see you beg."
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