Trisha POV
I awoke to pleasure sparks on my chin and arms where a warm muscular mound rose and fell with gentle breaths beneath me. I lifted my head and blinked away the sleep that lingered there as Gavin’s mouthwatering scent entered my lungs. I subconsciously inhaled it, loving how for those brief moments, it made me feel…safe. At peace. Home.
Then the memories hit me. Gavin. The detention room. The kisses, the marks on my body. Mates. Gavin was a werewolf. I was his mate. Immediately, I tried to push away when I realized I was curled on top of him, laying on his bare chest. But his strong arms wound around me. “Hello Beautiful,” he whispered, bringing my head close to kiss my temple.
“Did you rest well?” I swallowed as I looked at him. I felt myself falling into the same lust as be
