Phoebe stirred. Her head rested on Jason’s shoulder, her arm lay across his gently rising and falling chest. How many times had they mated? She lost count. Each time blended into the next. Her body ached from their long session, but yearned for more. It was oddly contradictory, but satisfying.
“How are you feeling, angel?” Jason asked, sensing she was awake.
“What time is it?”
“Five. The pack should be stirring soon.”
“That means we have to get up too.”
“Or we can call it a vacation. I’m entitled.”
“Is that any sort of attitude for an Alpha to take?”
“If it means spending the day with my beautiful Luna, why not?”
She tried not to laugh as she snuggled closer. His embrace tightened and she caught the scent of his arousal already stirring. She heard rumors of an alpha’s stamina, but
