Jorik
I stormed into our quarters, a mixture of angry, frustrated and aroused.
“Mate!” I bellowed. She was not in the main room, but the sight of her had me pausing in the doorway to the bedroom. “f**k,” I murmured.
There was Gabriela, my Gabriela, lying on her side, her elbow bent and her head propped up on her hand. Naked. One leg was angled and tipped over the other, hiding her sweet p***y from sight. Her arm was across her breasts and covered her n*****s, but their lush size couldn’t be concealed.
She was a vision. Mine. Gorgeous. Mine. A temptress. Mine.
“Gabriela,” I murmured. Mine.
My beast kept repeating that one word over and over as my c**k hardened impossibly more.
It was only when she picked up the cuffs and let them dangle from her fingers that I noticed them. Mating cu
