Chapter Seven
Macey opened her eyes, feeling both well rested, and well used. Her body ached in the most delicious way, one only her men could elicit in her. She wouldn't trade it for the world. Well, except that she was going to have to in order to save the world. That was going to be a bummer, but there was nothing she could do to change that. This was her fate now. She had to accept that.
"Hey," Flint said as he set a tray down next to her.
"Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this?" she joked as she sat up so her back was against the headboard.
"We realised we'd never done it for you, and figured we should." His broad smile revealed just how sincere he was about that.
"Thank you." She glanced at the tray, her eyes widening as she took in the beautiful sight of a steamy mug
