Lyra’s POV
The first thing I registered as my consciousness slowly, laboriously clawed its way back from the heavy, exhausted depths of sleep was the sheer, suffocating heat completely enveloping me.
I didn’t wake up on the hard, unforgiving wood of the study desk where I’d been thoroughly and ruthlessly claimed the night before. Instead, I found myself lying in the center of a massive, impossibly soft feather bed. The thick, dark dire-wolf furs of the Warlord’s private chambers were piled heavily over my naked body, completely cocooning me in warmth. But the true source of the blistering heat was the massive, heavily muscled apex predator whose body was wrapped securely around mine.
Fenrir had me pinned flush against his chest. His thick arm was thrown heavily across my waist, his larg
