~~THE SHADOW PACK~~

~~XANDER MORTAIN~~

We stayed locked together, my cock still buried deep inside her, her walls fluttering around me in the aftershocks.

The desk held us both as I pressed my forehead to hers, breathing her in: sweat, sex, and that faint jasmine scent that was purely hers.

For the first time in four endless days, the curse went silent.

No shattering agony.

No grinding pain in my bones.

Just warmth.

Peace.

Her.

If it were up to me, I’d stay right here. Buried to the hilt in her heat, her legs wrapped around my waist, without a care about the outside world.

I groaned against her neck,...