When I wake up, I’m alone, and there’s meat cooking. My stomach growls almost louder than my wolf ever has.

Draken’s not here, but the bedroom door is wide open, and I can hear him in the kitchen. There’s a thump, and he curses under his breath.

I’m buck naked, and I’ve kicked off the covers.

I should grab a sheet and cover myself. I should be embarrassed. Last night, I let Draken touch me. Oh sweet Fate, I ground myself against his palm until I came. My cheeks burn, but I also stretch, arching my back and reaching toward the headboard until I can touch the metal bars with...