Wes's POV
Mish's scent is somehow softer when she's wrapped in my arms and I take deep inhales as she begins to trace across my chest.
As her fingers tickle my abs I know I should find an excuse, should move, but I can't find the strength to do so.
Ryker too is calming under her touch, the light sparks calming our racing thoughts and causing the rest of the world to fade away.
I pull her closer as my heart pumps harder, my mate, she's my mate and this feels... it just feels so right.
Mish moves closer and my heart almost explodes when she crawls onto my lap, her thighs spread wide, her nose pressed tight into the crook of my neck.
"Mish" I whisper unsteadily.
She inhales deeply, her only response.
Her warm breath on my neck has my hands instinctively falling to her hips, holding he
