[Emma's POV]
I awoke to silk against my skin. Sheets clung to me like liquid shadows, smooth and cool, slipping over every curve as I stirred. My head still swam from the haze Jaxon had pressed into me, the kiss, the sweetness, the way the world had tilted into black.
When finally I had blinked awake, I was no longer on my bed, but his.
The room was a den, not a palace. The air smelled of leather and grease and wild musk. A single bare bulb cast harsh light on the scarred wooden floor and grimy reinforced windows. A low fire crackled in a rough stone hearth; its heat was dry and primal. This wasn't a gilded cage; it was a territory, marked by strength and worn smooth by the pack.
I shifted, and the action sent a shiver running across my skin. It was then that my breath caught at the bi
