Victoria
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting golden stripes across the rumpled sheets. I stirred slowly, my body pleasantly sore from last night's activities.
"Good morning, little wolf," Leo murmured, voice deliciously rough with sleep. His powerful arm snaked around my waist, pulling me flush against his naked body.
"Morning," I whispered back. It still felt surreal waking up beside him.
Leo traced his finger along the curve of my jaw before capturing my lips in a kiss that quickly deepened. I melted against him, my wolf purring with satisfaction at the closeness of our mate. When we finally broke apart, his eyes had darkened to that dangerous shade that usually meant we wouldn't be leaving bed anytime soon.
"I can smell how much you
