Chosen

Kacie

When I woke up the next morning, the sun was still in the process of rising. The moon was still visible and stared back at me through the window. Despite the chilliness coming from outside, I had two heated pillows in the bed with me. I was laying on my side, my face resting on Viktor’s chest, who lay to my left. Jake spooned me from behind.

After our talk last night, I felt a lot better. The guys knew I was hurting from my session with Clara and they massaged me until I was more than relaxed. By the time I fell asleep, I was naked. They hadn’t bothered getting dressed when they slipped into bed. I could feel every piece of Jake behind me, from his chest to his muscular torso, to the hardness that dug into my backside.

We would have breakfast with the witches today. The disdain on Jake’s face last night flashed through my mind. I knew his dislike for them ran deep but it was definitely de