Chapter 3
My room felt cold, and I knew they were here. Then, from the corner of my eyes, I saw them. My pulse jumped, my n*****s tightening against the thin cotton of my sleep shirt before I even opened my eyes. When I did, I found them waiting.
Aiden stood at the foot of the bed, his massive frame blocking out the moonlight. The only thing I could recognise was the glow of his golden eyes, but from his body I could tell it was my Aiden.
His chest was broad, filled with muscle, with the faintest dark hair trailing down to where his jeans hung low on his hips. His jeans strained against his thighs, the fabric doing little to hide the thick outline of his hard c**k. His claws were long, dark, and sharp. They flexed against the rumpled sheets as he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring.
