Randall Meechum's POV

Sulphur River Pack

I groaned as I woke up, looking at the clock next to my bed. Two-twenty. My movement caused my mate to shift in my arms, her leg coming up and bumping into my morning wood. I groaned again as she moved her hand down to it. "Morning love, or should I say good afternoon."

"It is," she said. "I love waking up this way."

"In my arms?"

She grinned as she looked up at me from where her head was resting on my chest. "Horny and you're already hard," she said. She moved over me, kissing my chest and moving up my body. Her...