The next morning, Allison woke up on a pallet of blankets in front of the living room fireplace. Her body was deliciously sore as she stretched. After she'd said yes to Deucalion, he'd pulled her down to the floor where they'd made love until the sun came out and well into the morning. Her clothes were in shreds all over the floor.
Rolling over, her face hit something weird. Frowning, she opened her eyes and saw foam.
What the-?
Going up on her elbow, she looked around for Duke but found something that made her eyebrows raise. The three couches were completely destroyed. Foam and guts spilled out from the cushions. The fabric was ripped in slices. Deucalion's claws.
Holding the blanket out away from her body, she inspected her skin. Not one scratch or knick. Where he'd destroyed the fu
