LAMIA
Zane picked his head up from the pillow and looked down at me; I met his hardened eyes with a scowl on his face, with a hint of hurt. No, I must be mistaken. His dark hair was still plastered to his forehead.
“That wasn’t just s*x, Lamia, that was the best f**k I have ever had in my life.” He said as a matter of fact.
Again, not admitting to him that, yeah, it was out of this world.
His fingers were tracing small circles on my back. I was still sprawled across his chest. “So you want to tell me why the little princess didn’t want to run with her pack tonight, on her birthday?”
“No.” I didn’t owe him any explanations. He grunted at my short reply.
We lay there in comfortable silence, not moving, enjoying the feeling and closeness of each other. All of a sudden, I felt a wave of
