TYR

Zuri slept on my chest with her breath warm against my skin, her leg thrown over me as if she was afraid I would try to escape. I watched her quietly, brushing my fingers through her hair.

Oh, this was perfect. I could get so used to this. The mark on her neck was beautiful. Our mating mark. She was finally mine.

She made a tiny sound and nuzzled closer, grazing my collarbone with her lips. I smiled so hard my cheeks ached. I had never woken up like this. Not once in my entire ...