Chapter 115: Adelaide.

The feeling of something hard wakes me up.

It is hard and hot against my back and I feel prickly hair grazing my backside. My eyes flutter open to see an arm draped over my waist, again, and as much as my body wants me to grind against whatever massive thing is behind me, I suppress that urge and wake the Lycan king instead.

Turning over is tricky but the moment I do I wish I didn't.

I don’t mean for my eyes to travel down, they just do, and I move them back up again the minute I catch a glimpse of what’s there.

Someone might be packing a little bit too much.

“Like what you see?”

Lyros’s deep groggy voice makes me freeze.

That and the fact that he’s displeased.

I get angry.

“I might not be cut out for all this, Lord Lyros.”

He peers into my eyes and I realize exactly how close we are. I realize what position we’re in even more clearly.

We’re both unclothed, both of us, nude. Yet I don't feel ashamed or shy about it.

I don’t feel anything about it. I still remember what he said befo