12
Natalie
I woke in bed, where Roark had carried me when the tears dried. Glancing at the bedside alarm clock, I saw that it was about four in the morning. It was still dark outside, and I was too comfortable to move. I snuggled into the heavy blankets, happier than I’d ever been. Roark was here, with me. With us.
Reaching for him, my hand came in contact with cold, empty sheets.
Panic gripped me and I sat quickly, looking around my bedroom in the faint light, searching for my mate, afraid he’d changed his mind, gone back to Trion without me. Had he been there at all? Had it been a dream? My body felt well used, my muscles were sore, my p***y ached. I felt his seed in me and knew it hadn’t been a dream at all.
It was stupid, I knew. After the way he’d made love to me, held me when th
