Such a mischievous little wolf. Sinclair teases, nothing but praise in his deep voice. I’ll rest for a while, but I can’t promise I’ll stay for the whole nap.
Realizing this is the best deal I can probably hope for, I surrender, falling asleep to the sound of my mate’s purrs.
When I wake my body is sated and sore, but I’m alone in bed. I glance at the clock and realize I napped most of the afternoon. Even so, I know I’ll probably crash again in a few hours. I rub my baby bump with a sigh. “I love you, angel. But these constant naps of yours do get in the way of Mommy’s diabolical plans.”
Oh sure, blame the pup. My wolf jokes, Never mind the Alpha who pleasures you into a coma every few hours.
She has a point. If I didn’t know any better I might think Sinclair was using s*x to exhaust
