KAT
Morning Hunger
I wake with need pulsing through me like a second heartbeat, my body already primed and aching before consciousness fully forms. The pregnancy hormones have turned me into some kind of desire monster, constantly craving Dave's touch with an intensity that borders on feral. Three cubs growing inside me, and all they seem to want is their father's attention—repeatedly, enthusiastically, immediately.
Dave sleeps beside me, one arm thrown over his head, the other resting on my hip even in unconsciousness. Morning light filters through our curtains, painting his skin in shades of gold and shadow that make my mouth water. The sheet pools low on his hips, revealing the cut of muscle that leads to territory I know better than my own name.
I shift closer, pressing my nose to
