MIRABEL POV.
I woke with Damian arms draped possessively over my waist. He shifted, his breath tickling my neck, and oh. Right. Last night happened.
My face burned as I glanced over my shoulder. He was still cold, his bare chest rising and falling steadily, his face relaxed in sleep. He looked… peaceful. It was deceptively calm, considering this was the same man who had almost devoured me a few hours ago.
But I didn’t have time to admire the view because I had somewhere to be.
And preferably, I would like to get there without waking up the overprotective man currently acting as my human blanket.
Slowly, I tried to wiggle free. No luck. His grip tightened.
I sighed. “Really?” I muttered under my breath. Damn werewolf reflexes.
I carefully pried his arm off, inch by inch, then rolled
