Making Up I

~Lynn~

I get it; I really do. A situation with Adela lands in our lap, and we really had no choice but to follow through. That doesn’t mean that I’m happy that it came at the expense of fulfilling my blood lust. I wanted nothing more than to bury my claws in Sonya’s neck and watch her bleed out.

I throw myself on the bed, landing on my stomach. I really want to punch my mate in the face, even though I know he meant well. Sparks erupt all over my back as my muscles get some much-needed attention. “Don’t be too mad at him, babe. Devonte will always be about business first,” His hands continue to knead my sore muscles.

I feel his lips on my shoulder, and I moan in ecstasy. I love being with my mates, but that’s to be expected. I abruptly rise to my knees and pull my top off, tossing it to the side. I lay back on my stomach, and his hands slide down my back. When they get to my waistband, I lift my hips so my pants can be pulled down.

Lips caress my right cheek, and a small slap sounds on