Amelia woke to a pounding head, a dry mouth, and her body wrapped firmly in the arms of a warm, delicious werewolf king.
For a demented moment, she snuggled closer, lured by the heat and rich male musk that would entice any poor woman into helpless stupidity.
It was only when King Stefan’s hands slid down to cup her ass and he pressed her against his hardening erection that she painfully came to her senses.
Was she completely mental?
With a shove that sent Stefan flying onto his back, she scrambled to her feet and glared down at his smug smile.
"Do you always grope unconscious women?"
He folded his hands over his stomach and crossed his legs at the ankle. He should have looked ridiculous lying on the cement floor, with his raven hair tousled and his expensive suit wrinkled. But he di
