Lyra felt like she was floating as she lay against Jake, her blood still thrumming with the heat of release. She had never come like that before, never been able to give herself that kind of pleasure.
“You okay?” Jake murmured into her hair, his fingers trailing lazily down her back.
“Never better,” she whispered, turning her face into his chest.
He chuckled, brushing a kiss over the top of her head. “I don’t want to let you go, but I’ve got to get over to the training center for a warrior meeting.”
“No,” she mumbled into his chest, burrowing closer. “You’re staying right here.”
He laughed again, his chest rumbling beneath her cheek.
“Everything okay with the warriors?” she asked, pulling back slightly to look at him.
He frowned. “We think there were witches along the border the oth
