SERAPHINA
It was the first time the Academy’s training bell hadn’t rung for us. We’d been granted a day off to rest and recover. Thankfully, because between Ronan’s rut and my own racing emotions, I had barely slept the night before. We had tumbled back into bed and surrendered to exhaustion, when I woke again it was already ten in the morning. Ronan, however, was still deep in the kind of sleep that made him look like a stubborn boy rather than the fierce wolf he became at night.
I smiled at the thought and slipped out of his arms and from the bed as quietly as I could. With the blanket wrapped around me, I padded to the window to air the room trying to let the scent of s*x and his rut drift away. Each step reminded me of last night: the heat pooling between my thighs, the memory of
