The Alpha's Half-Breed Mate
The fabric rasped painfully against my nipples, making me wish I had listened to him and remained unclothed.
He watched me eat, which was unnerving.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” I asked, tucking my hair behind my ear consciously.
“No.”
“I want to shower.”
He laughed again. “Later, when you can walk properly.”
He gave me the same spicy tea I remembered him forcing into me during the night. “What is it?” I asked, distastefully.
“Sex potion,” he answered, matter-of-fact. The tea flew all over him, the bed, and over my shirt as I sputtered.