Chapitre 64: Domesticated Wolf

"August," Graeme whispered, finally rolling to his side and taking her with him where he tucked her into his chest. She hummed a response, and he felt it in his bones. He kissed the top of her head and nudged her closer. "You are hungry, my love. I can feel it," he said then. She laughed quietly.

"You can feel that?" she asked, muffled against him.

"Yes," he answered, kissing her again. "I'm going to make you something. But that means I have to get out of this bed."

She grumbled an objection and pulled him closer for him to chuckle. "I don't have to eat. Just stay," she said, tilting her head up to kiss under his chin.

"It won't take me long. I promise," he assured her. She growled but let her grip on him ease, and he slipped away toward the closet, pulling some clothes out to dress that gorgeous, divine body of his that was now hers. 'Mine.' The intensity of the thought startled her and comforted her at the same time.