Kael came to a sudden stop in the doorway, the tray in his hand almost slipping from his grip as he took in the scene before him. The food that he had urgently asked the Pack cook to prepare and send over, forgotten in an instant.
The little omega was sprawled across the bed, her face pressed into the sheets, her hips tilted up in a careless posture that made her dress ride high over the curve of her backside.
The sight caught him off guard, holding him there with an intensity he had not expected. And even more unexpected was the memory it brought forward to his mind.
Only last night, he had applied medicine to those same curves, his hand smoothing oil over the hand imprints he had left on her a**...
Now, seeing her in that same posture, unknowing and unguarded, the reminder dug deeper than he cared to admit.
For a fleeting, selfish moment, he regretted using the medicated oil. It would have been satisfying to see that reddened skin.
