Reign
Well, that was eventful. Sage prowled restlessly in my head as I dropped onto my king-sized bed, sinking into the white linen sheets.
It was late afternoon, seventeen minutes past four.
"Eventful my ass," I muttered, pressing my face into the sheets, wishing the image of Jayden spinning my mate around would stop replaying behind my eyes.
My body, heavy with exhaustion, sank deeper into the mattress. I barely managed to peel my shirt off before sleep pulled me under.
"Reign, baby."
A smile tugged at my lips at the sound of Deidre's voice. I opened my eyes to find her on her knees, blinking up at me as she worked my pants down.
When had I gotten off the bed? Deidre pressed her lips against my cock, the little monster stirring to life, straining against the cotton of my boxers.
"You smell good, baby. Wet for me?" I rasped, running my tongue over my fangs at the scent flooding my senses.
