Storm
The night seemed to disappear in a blur.
Doyle and I barely slept. Every time I thought I was finally drifting off, I would find myself awake again, wrapped in his arms, the pull between us impossible to ignore.
By morning, I was exhausted.
And completely content.
I woke to the soft press of Doyle’s lips against my neck and collarbone.
I opened my eyes to find him watching me.
A smile spread across my face.
Before he could say a word, I rolled him onto his back and climbed over him, earning a surprised laugh.
“Good morning, love,” he murmured.
“Morning.”
Whatever sleepiness I’d been feeling moments earlier vanished beneath the overwhelming pull of the mate bond.
The morning quickly became another blur of passion, leaving both of us breathless and thoroughly exhausted.
Ev
