The bright red light of Ilmare rising filtered through the canvas of their tent, illuminating their bednest and rousing Selati from a short but restful sleep.
He moved to the side reluctantly. Aleledai’s soft shaft finally tucked itself back into its place once withdrawn from Selati’s body. They had woken in the darkest part of the night to love on each other again, and while they had lost those hours of sleep, he felt rejuvenated and ready.
Sounds of the others waking and moving around, shaking off sleep and preparing for battle no doubt, had Selati yawning wide. As he reached over to wake Aleledai, he stopped, wanting to burn into his memory how his mate looked in that moment. The peaceful and relaxed way Aleledai was sprawled across their bed, hair mussed and looking young without the
