Maisie
Sometime past midnight, I stirred to the heavy weight of an arm slung across my waist and a warm chest pressed against my back. Jericho's scent wrapped around me and I let out a sleepy sigh, pushing back into him. He was rock hard against my ass and I felt heat stir in the pit of my stomach.
But his deep voice rumbled against my ear, "Sleep, malyshka."
My lashes felt too heavy to keep open anyway.
I had barely dozed before another body slid in against my front, trapping me completely between two very solid, very warm Lycans. Mercer's arm slid under my neck, his face burying itself in the crook of my shoulder, providing me with more real estate of delicious scents to pull me under. Being mad at them didn't seem to stop my body from melting into the arrangement.
I drifted off again without meaning to.
