Reagan POV
I woke to the sun shining brightly and the birds chirping happily. Good Gods, I sound like a romance novel.
I turned to look at my beautiful mate as she slept peacefully. Her chestnut hair was braided loosely, trailing over her shoulder and settling just below her collar bone. Her chest was rising and falling as she breathed steadily. I wanted to reach out and touch her impressive mounds, take her n*****s in my mouth and worship them. But I couldn’t; she was asleep, I told myself. I took a deep breath to calm myself. Was I really getting hard over my mate as she lay unconscious?
A small whimper came from her mouth and her eyes began to flutter open.
“Reagan?” She moaned, and suddenly her scent became stronger.
“Are you going through heat again my love?” I touched her cheek
