Eriana
So f*****g hot. I fanned myself as I starfished across the bed, my legs dangling over Derion’s ridiculously hot body. As long as I had some physical contact with him, my body would let me focus on something other than screwing Derion. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something, anything to keep the burning at bay. I’d barely gotten anything done today while Ash and Gia helped the people of our pack rebuild their homes and Davianna was planning my whole freaking ceremony.
I groaned and flailed like a child having a temper tantrum when Derion wrapped his arms around my legs, holding me still. He turned over to look at me, worry etched across his face.
“What’s wrong, Sunshine? Are you hurt?” He fussed as he looked over me for any imperfections.
“No, I’m fine. I just.
