Thana
Someone was arguing downstairs. I could hear them clearly even in my half asleep state. One deep baritone and the other female. It was the man who was shouting.
Rolling over, I searched for Caradoch's cold body next to mine. I knew he had been here last night because he had carried me to this room as I lay sleepily in his arms. My body totally spent.
Weak from pleasure and blood loss.
Too weak to even be embarrassed about what had happened in the wolf’s dining room.
How could I be when it had been so perfect. So symbolic of our relationship.
And I knew Caradoch thought so as well. He had been brutal and punishing and all the things I needed. Caradoch had needed it as well.
My hands slid across the cold sheets. If he had been in bed with me he had left hours ago. The sheets
