Wrapped in his sheets

THE MORNING AFTER

Arlo's POV

The bright light, kept me from opening my eyes. I kept them tightly shut, when all of a sudden, I could no longer feel the bright light. Like a shadow had fallen on me.

Being comfortable once again, I pulled the covers over my head and turned to my left, only to find myself extremely sore. Not only that, my face was pressed against a chest, a muscled chest.

Every thing from last night, came rushing to me. The date, the walks, the makeshift bed, me taking control, and finally being mated.

Oh my God. I'm mated. My cheeks grew hot, while I pushed my face further into his chest. He chuckled at that. A warm feeling seeped through me, at the sound of his laugh. A bit more huskier than usual, due to just getting up.

I peeked through the covers to take a look at his heavenly face, and I wasn't disappointed. Even though he just woke up, he looked like a model out of a recent shoot. He flashed me a grin, showing his pearly white teeth. I felt like I had died and went to heaven then and there.

He pulled me up for a kiss, when I turned my face and his lips met my cheeks.

"Morning breath." I reminded him.

"Do I look like I care, and never ever stop me from kissing my mate." Saying so he took my lips in his.

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That small kiss would have led to another round, if I had not been extremely sore from last night. I never thought some one could even go so many rounds in such a short span of time.

After a few more make out and cuddle sessions, we left the place. He wanted to carry me, and I almost gave in. Right before we could enter my room, he lifted me off my feet and carried me inside in bridal style.

He closed the door with his foot, before gently sitting me down on the bed. He then headed towards a bathroom.

He came out after few minutes and took off my clothes, and carried me inside.

I must have done some extremely good deeds to get a mate like this.

'Yeah, only to reject him'

Some one is still angry.

He had drawn me a beautiful bath. I usually don't take baths, but the few times I do, I get a maid or some one to draw me one.

He took of his clothes one by one, while I gawked at his body. He wasn't bulky, which made him look even more hot.

He slowly stepped into the bath, and offered me his hands. Once I sat down, he pulled me closer to his chest, my back facing his front, and wrapped his arms around mine.

This is what happiness feels like. Being with him.

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