23
Ashton
I cursed myself as I picked up my pants and a tunic from the bed, quickly shoved them on, and reached for my sword on the floor, beside my sleeping spot.
In the middle of the bed, with her legs completely exposed because of the blooming tunic, Hayley watched me, her eyes huge, her face pale.
For leaves’ sake, I had almost slept with her. I had almost taken my queen, my mate, to bed, even though I had promised Mahaera I wouldn’t act on the mating bond until later—if I ever did it.
But when Hayley came to me, when she was the only one that could send the nightmares away, when she touched my scars, not disgusted by them, when she started it all and gave me the best blow job of my life… how could I resist? I liked to think I was a strong warrior. But when it came to her, I wasn’
