Ambrose was in love. A little worried but still very much in love. He hadn’t had any intention of letting things go that far with his mate, but he couldn’t say he regretted any of it. His only intention had been to watch over her while she slept, but he must have dozed off at some point, because the next thing he knew he was woken up by her grinding on him while she pulled down her black silk robe. He was going to wake her up to stop her, but the moment her bare breasts made contact with his bare chest he was lost in a sea of lust. He had never seen anything as beautiful as her in his entire life. Even when she panicked and her eyes were swirling about ten different colors around her cat like pupils, she was magnificent. Her wild curls framed her face and shoulders like a mane and her skin
