I woke up the next morning thinking I was still held prisoner at the other pack house with my father. I jolted upright in a panic, my breathing heavy and eyes wide with fear, but something was holding me down. I looked down at my body to see Caleb's tanned, heavy arm wrapped around my naked waist and I let out a sigh of relief.
He dragged me back towards him, lying me back down so my back was pressed firmly against his front. He nuzzled his head in my hair and against my neck, kissing along my shoulders, whilst my heart rate, that had only just begun to slow down, began to pick up for an entirely different reason.
I started to turn back over towards him, a smile already turning up my lips as I faced him.
“Morning, beautiful.” He murmured, rolling me onto my back and leaning over me, his
