Ella
Sinclair’s heartbeat thumps steadily beneath my ear as his hands move over my body, massaging away all the kinks in my overworked muscles. I’ve been fading in and out of consciousness for the last hour, floating in a very different kind of high than the one induced by ether. Sinclair tells me it’s not unusual for she-wolves to enter a heightened plane of consciousness amidst such an onslaught of pleasure, but I’m still getting used to the violent surge of endorphins holding my body captive.
I feel completely boneless in my mate’s arms and I really don’t want to move, but my stomach is growling and I can sense Rafe’s hunger through our bond. Sinclair senses this too, gently untangling our bodies so he can rise. I murmur in complaint and he kisses my hair, promising to return with foo
