Jordan’s POV
I woke up feeling flushed, my body overheated and weighted down by something warm and solid draped across my waist.
Shit. When did I even fall asleep?
The heat against my back was instantly familiar, of course, it's Kieran. His chest was pressed to me, his breath fanning across my shoulder as he exhaled in deep, steady waves. His large hand was cupping me possessively between my thighs, and the intimacy of the touch had my core clenching involuntarily.
Goddess… how is this my life?
He’s mine. Like really mine.
I smiled sleepily, still dazed, remembering just how many times he’d claimed me today alone. No wonder I was knocked out. He didn’t give me a damn break, not that I wanted one.
Then I remembered the little surprise I found earlier… That crusty bag of wolf’s bane-l
