“Yours,” I agreed.
She growled and licked a trail up my neck to my ear.
“You’re so tight, the grip you have on me,” she said, her warm breath burning the hypersensitive shell of my ear.
“I’m close,” I told her.
“Are you going to cum for me, Harriet?” she asked.
“Yes,” I whined as another power orgasm racked through me.
“You’re so pretty cumming like that, puppy,” she praised and pulled out of me slowly.
My pussy clenched around nothing, feeling open and neglected.
I sank into the bed, my muscles aching wonderfully.
“Are you tired?” she asked gently, clearly amused.
“You woke me up in the middle of the night,” I complained.
She growled and pulled me against her tightly.
Chapter twelve
Who Are You?
In the morning, I awoke alone.
Still clutching at sleep, I groggily reached out, expecting to find Cole but found only empty space. The fog of sleep vanished quickly.
I opened my eyes and lay still for a moment.
Was last night a dream?
I touched my throat where teeth had been and prodded, creating a dull ache.
The way my pussy clenched at the memory confirmed I hadn’t dreamt Cole waking me from a nightmare in the middle of the night.
Had she spent the night or left when I fell asleep?
I slowly got up. In the bathroom, I saw the blue bruising on my neck in the shape of a bite. I hesitated in front of the shower, only in that moment recognising that I smelled like Cole, her scent lingering on my skin and in my hair, and the thought of washing her off feltwrong.
I settled on washing my face, brushing my teeth, and untangling my hair. Anxiety as to what Cole or others would think made me feel ill. But the idea of washing her away was somehow worse. I decided if Cole didn’t like her scent on me, she shouldn’t have put it there.
I got dressed; it was the day after the full moon, and I had another day off; everyone did.
My muscles still ached like I’d worked out every muscle group to failure and was paying the price the next day. I guess I had. I just wasn’t used to shifting or the aftermath.
The aftermath.
Last night’s shift brought with it more than sore muscles.
A true mate bond.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Having a true mate was one thing. But that true mate being Cole… How was I meant to process that or deal with it? What was I meant to do?
