Josie
I woke up with a throbbing headache, the kind that made the room sway for a second before I remembered where I was — tangled up in warmth, in a bed that smelled like the Alphas. For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming — until I saw the sunlight crawling lazily across the sheets, falling on a very naked, very smug Kiel lying beside me.
His lashes fluttered open, and that lazy grin appeared — the one that usually meant trouble.
"Good morning, mate," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep. "Another round before breakfast?"
I groaned, pressing my palm to my forehead. "Another round? Kiel, I'm not even sure I can walk."
That earned me a low chuckle. "That bad, huh?"
"That good," I corrected, glaring at him through my fingers.
Before I could shove his smirk away, movement behind me made me gasp. Varen was already awake — of course he was. His lips were tracing a burning path down my shoulder, his breath warm and teasing.
