Storm
The first thing I became aware of when I woke the next morning was warmth.
Doyle’s warmth.
I opened my eyes slowly and found myself still wrapped securely in his arms, my body tucked against his chest as though he’d spent the entire night making sure I couldn’t drift too far away.
For a moment, I simply lay there.
Quiet.
Content.
Safe.
It was such a foreign feeling that I almost didn’t know what to do with it.
I lifted my head slightly and looked at him.
He was still asleep.
A small smile tugged at my lips as my eyes drifted toward his neck.
My mark.
I had marked my mate.
The realization sent a strange warmth through me.
He was mine.
And I was his.
Forever.
I was still admiring the mark when his eyes suddenly opened.
I’d been caught.
His lips curved into a sleepy
