Rowan’s POV
I woke up with my head on the bed I'd slept in with a wet towel on my head. The fire in the grate had burned out to ash, and my neck hurt like hell.
It took a few seconds to remember why I’d even been here. Then the memory hit me like a punch, Ash's face filled my mind.
The breath between us. The heat. The sound Ash made when our mouths met.
I groaned quietly and rubbed my face, trying to chase it away, but it only came back sharper, clearer. My heart kicked hard against my ribs.
What the hell had I done?
I’d lost control. Again and again.
I'd called him mate.
And worse, I liked it.
I could still feel the shape of it in my mind, the way his lips moved under mine, soft and startled. The taste that still clung to memory.
Even now as I thought about it, my c**k hardened
