Chapter Eight
RONAN
I woke with a sore neck, a sore and aching groin, and a whole heap of guilt.
Groaning, I shuffled around on my bed, trying to find a less lumpy part of the old mattress. Eventually I gave up and sat upright, shaking my hair out of my eyes.
My head gave a throb, and I winced, pressing a hand against my temple.
Damn. I didn’t even drink that much last night.
I chalked it up to the stress of being in human form, after spending so long as a wolf. My body was still calibrating itself, reorienting to the environment.
And, of course, to the base need that had roared through my system half the night, every time I relived Kara’s gasping cries as she climaxed beneath my mouth. Those remembered cries prevented me from getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning.
