Seth

I WAKE to warmth pressed against my chest and the scent of her filling my lungs.

For a moment, I’m disoriented—caught between sleep and consciousness, unsure where I am or what happened. Suddenly, awareness crashes over me like ice water.

Selene.

She’s curled against me, naked, her auburn hair spilled across my arm. The mate bond hums contentedly between us, stronger than it’s ever been, wrapping around my ribs like steel bands. My mark sits dark and possessive on her neck, still tender, and when I shift slightly, I feel the ache of her bite on my shoulder.

What the hell did we do?

My wolf preens with satisfaction,...