Evelyn
My wolf pants within me as I revel in Alexander’s hand caressing my side. It’s taking all my self-control to remain still and quiet while I wait excitedly to see where his hand will wander next.
But then his hand stops, resting on my hip. Confused, I wait.
Then Alexander starts to snore softly.
Disappointment rushes through me unexpectedly, my desire for him gnawing at me, my wolf whining for contact, urging me to wake him up. He moves a few times in his sleep, draping his arm further over me and tugging me closer. I don’t even know when I finally fall asleep.
I wake up the next morning to the sounds of Alexander tugging his pants on. His body is strong and powerful, the muscles in his back and arms rippling with his movement. His white-blond hair shines in the morning ligh
