The first rays of dawn stretched long fingers across the bed, turning tangled sheets into molten gold and highlighting the raw, flushed skin of two entwined bodies.
Hunter stirred first. He didn’t open his eyes. He didn’t need to. Celeste was draped across his chest, her legs tangled with his, her soft breath ghosting over his collarbone. Her skin was still dewy with sweat. Her scent, wildflowers and s*x, clung to every inch of him, and her mark pulsed faintly on her neck.
He felt it in his soul. That primal thrum of connection, the bond settled deep and unshakable. She wasn’t just his. She was his mate. His equal. His addiction.
Celeste shifted, the movement drawing her thigh higher up his hip, and dragging the soft, hot press of her core along the side of his c**k. His groan was low a
