🔹️THORNE
Her lashes fluttered as she slept, brows wrinkled still even as her breathing found a steady rhythm.
Her mouth moved, though none of the words made any sense to me. They sounded like regurgitations from her past couple of days, all garbled jargon that did not make much sense.
It didn't matter to me.
I pulled away, slowly, so that she would not stir.
The hours I had spent had drawn on longer than I would have preferred, constantly tugging on the mate bond to intercept the brand's hold on her body.
It required my contact and my thinning patience. But the moment I had laid her down and pulled her flush against me, her lids began to droop from exhaustion.
Touching her made my skin crawl. I bit back a growl that could disturb her when Umbra countered with a low snarl.
My wolf had no loyalty to reason and nothing but his basal instinct—to feed, hunt, and mate.
We had been in sync since I awakened him until now.
