Michael
Shouting woke me but I couldn't move. A strong arm pinning me to a warm chest. Ian snored softly beside me so I took a moment to watch him.
Admire my mate.
The shouting escalating.
The voices getting closer. Note to self, my mate could sleep through anything. Then I recalled the last couple of days. He had been captured. Goddess knows what he had been through, maybe he was unable to sleep. I was so glad, relieved even that he was back. A wave of relief washed over me. Suddenly my wolf was pissed, the shouting could disturb my mate.
He needed his rest.
I ran my finger over his stubble covered chin. Ian; picture perfect. I couldn't believe that he's all mine. The slow burn reminded me of what went on last night. The mark tingled, making me smile. We were one and I never f
