Third Person

"Hmmm..." Freya sighed as she nestled against Matteo, who wore a broad smile. He had been roused from his slumber by her continuous strokes on his chest, and he couldn't deny the physical response it triggered. Taking hold of her hand, he halted her actions, uncertain of how long he could restrain his primal desires. Despite his intense longing to claim their mate, he hesitated, not wanting to further provoke her by pushing for a union and marking.

As Freya lay still, she gently opened her eyes and discovered Matteo looking down at her. Trying to recollect why he was beside her, she remembered falling asleep alone. Anger...