Caroline's POV
I woke up to Draven kissing and licking his way down my neck and chest. His violet eyes met mine as he moved on top of me, his golden-brown hair still messed up from f*****g all night. The morning light showed through the curtains, making his gorgeous face glow.
"Good morning, beautiful," he whispered, his voice husky with desire. The scent of cedarwood and musk enveloped me as he lowered his body to mine.
"Morning," I moaned softly, gripping his hair while his hot mouth worked its way down my body. I was already wet and needy for him.
Alaric, Draven's wolf, was clearly in control as he growled possessively while nibbling at my neck.
"Mine," he whispered against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
I arched up as his hands grabbed my breasts, thumbs teasing my hard
