Layla’s POVI must’ve drifted off, because when I jerked awake on the sofa I could feel a crick in my neck that hadn’t been there when I initially lay my head down. There was also a vague sense that sometime had passed. For a moment my mind remained blissfully blank—unaware of the events of the aft
“Little wolf, are you—?”“Yes,” I answered, cutting him off before he could finish speaking. “Yes, please.”The last word poured out of me as my breaths fluttered in the air between us, and it was all the permission Hector needed, because in the next moment he was kissing me deep and hard, his mouth
I yelped, but the toe-curling rattle that bloomed through my entire sex was so intense it brought tears to my eyes.“Don’t move.”I could feel the stiff length of his member pressing up against my ass, and the gruff growl of his command surged so hot in my brain I almost screamed.I realised how wea
Layla’s POVSeveral hours and orgasms later, Hector and I lay on his sweaty, rumpled sheets together. Our limbs were so entwined it felt almost impossible to tell his from mine, and as I panted in exertion, thoroughly spent, I revelled in the fact that I felt much lighter now. I was dazed, calm, an
Layla’s POVMy brain lagged over the words, not immediately comprehending Hector’s meaning until a jolt of awareness flashed through me and I understood him perfectly.He was talking about THE mating ceremony—the kind I once upon a time planned to have with Alex Rockmountain, which would legitimise
Layla’s POVAs I quickly learned, agreeing to the Bonding ceremony with Hector was much more than I anticipated it would be.For starters, he was an Alpha and that meant there would be no small and intimate ceremony for us, despite the fact that I would’ve preferred that by far. This meant that the
Swallowing down the complicated emotions, I obliged him, and soon as I stepped into the house it was like a wave of nostalgia hit me.Immediately, I felt the seal in my mind… perk up. There was no other way to describe the sense of alertness that seemed to roll off it. I was repulsed at how it seem
Layla’s POVI had made this journey several times before, and yet as I climbed up the stairs on the way to my bedroom, I couldn’t fight against the feeling of nostalgia that spread through me, flowing until even my fingertips tingled with warmth.So much had happened in this house—and in this bedroo