Chapter Six

I stared at the door. The closed door. Closed. In my face. By my mate.

I waited a beat, half-expecting her to fling it open and throw herself into my arms. Dera was stunning—her blonde shaggy bob framing her face, her full lips glistening with just a hint of gloss. She hadn't been wearing much makeup, and I liked that. Her oversized sweats did little to disguise a curvy build-her pert breasts, the trim indentation of her waist, and those hips. God. Those hips. My mind conjured images of digging my fingers into them and claiming her repeatedly until she screamed my name.

Perfect. I was hard as...