Kiera
When I wake my entire body is surrounded by pillows, my every curve cushioned so thoroughly I feel like I’m about to burst into flames. The pillows cradling me are so warm: smothering me with scorching heat even though I want to snuggle closer to their entrancing scent. I can’t remember ever being so comfortable. The pillows are even caressing me, stroking my spine and brushing through my hair.
Wait a minute. I realize, coming fully awake. Pillows don’t move. And pillows don’t have internal heat sources.
Blinking my eyes open, I realize it’s not pillows surrounding me, but a very large, very attractive wolf.
Relief spreads across Chase’s features the moment he realizes I’m conscious, and a tender smile stretches across his face. “Welcome back, trouble.”
Squirming ag
