Thirty-one
Zaccheus stared at his sleeping mate, who snuggled close to him in pure adoration as he caressed her face, and she shivered. He chuckled lightly when he saw her face scrunched up when he removed his hand.
He felt content for the first time in his life; even the blood of his enemies never gave him the contentment he needed. She was his home.
His beasts were quiet, not talking or rambling. They too were feeling happy and overzealous.
A blessing she is, he thought.
A blessing he could remember his mother telling him about.
He couldn't forget the mischief twinkled in her big doe eyes when she was teasing him earlier. He felt a rush of electricity going to his groin when she unconsciously rubbed her leg on him, and he groaned out.
"Not again," he murmured, adjusting her softly
