“can you tell me something...” I asked as we lay in bed, the sun was threatening to peak out over the tree tops and it was almost time for our training session. It was compulsory for pack members to participate in at least two of the daily sessions over a span of a week. It would help keep them strong and their reflexes sharp should we ever be attacked. Damian believed in being prepared, and so did I.
“Yes Kitten, anything you want,” his voice was a purr, deep and sensual. I was running my fingertips softly up and down his sculpted abs, feeling the many hills and valleys they formed as he bathed in affection. I propped myself up on my elbow to better see his face which was unusually soft and relaxed, a sight rarely seen. As he remained reclined with his arms luxuriously tucked behind his
