He flicks on the bedside lamp. Three clicks.

The light drives a jolt of pain into my brain. I snap my teeth.

“Okay. No worries.” He dials it down to the dimmest setting.

That’s better. Now I can see to work. A flat sheet covers Draken’s lap, and that’s okay, too, for now. I press my fingers to his bare chest. It’s firm. I squeeze his biceps. They’re hard, too. Good. Very good.

I lick the smooth muscle. He lets out a throaty moan. He tastes perfect. He’ll do.

Now for the nest. I kind of tumble out of bed, trailing sheets, and I glare at it. It’s all wrong....