Stryker POV
WAKING up with Elowen in my arms is the best feeling in the world. Her soft little body is still curled up on my chest, and she’s practically purring like a little kitten as I stroke my fingers over her supple skin.
Christ, last night was incredible. I should have stopped after our first time, knowing she was probably sore. But my mate woke me up and begged me to take her again. And again. No wonder she passed out at nearly ten in the morning. She deserves her rest, especially since I plan on doing it all over again tonight.
I just have a few things to take care of first—like her father.
Slipping out of bed, I make sure to tuck the blankets around Elowen and fluff up her pillows.
Once I’m out in the kitchen, I get the coffee going, then check my phone for any updates. As I
