Briars POV
I wake up in the arms of my man. In three days he will be gone, and I will have to get used to sleeping alone again. I study his face as he sleeps, trying to commit him to memory. I can’t help myself. My tongue touches his lips. He pouts in his sleep, his forehead wrinkles with a frown.
He groans as I lick his lips again. As I pull away, his arms shoot out and pull me to his chest, “where do you think you are going? You think you can play with your Alpha and then run away?”
He flips us so I am flat on my back; he settles himself between my legs and grinds his morning erection against my core. I sigh and wrap my legs around his waist, straining to get closer.
His lips crash on mine, his tongue pushing against my lips. I refuse him entry, so he pinches my n****e, causing me to
