Maya’s POV
“Don’t go, love,” Sebastian groggily mumbled, trying to pull me back beneath him. I slipped out of his arms, only to be caged under his leg.
“Sebastian,” I chided the man.
“Don’t leave… please. I need your love… and your warmth,” he murmured, eyes still closed.
“I am not leaving but you are. Now make it quick, Mr Thunderstorm,” I replied and he huffed when his robes smacked straight on his face.
“You are terrible,” he complained.
“Are you complaining about me… to me?”
“No, my love. I just feel like a cheap one-night stand, getting booted out of your bed at…goddess above, at three in the morning. Not fair!” he pouted.
I stared at the fully grown man in my bed with a huge pout on his face incredulously. This was the same fearsome Lycan King who ruled nations. No wonder my
