When I finally opened my eyes, the sprawling sanctuary of the Lycan King was bathed in the soft, diffused light of the caldera's high glass domes. I lay completely entwined in the decadent, deep crimson and gold silks, my body a heavy, vibrating canvas of beautiful soreness. Callum’s side of the massive bed was empty, the sheets cool to the touch, but his deep scent of pine and dark musk lingered so heavily it felt as though his arms were still wrapped securely around me. I shifted my hips, letting out a sharp, ragged gasp as the dull, persistent ache in my center flared. I was still swollen, still slick with the thick, ancient seed he had poured into my womb when his formidable Lycan knot had locked us together the night before.
I sat up slowly, my vivid red eyes scanning the opulent, he
