Breakfast Temptation

Clara

When I walk into breakfast the next morning, I have to try and hide my wince as I sit down. My bottom is sore and stings when it meets the chair, but the bite of pain also sends a pulse of heat through my body, calling up the memories of what came next.

I feel my mate’s eyes on me, and when I look up, Thorne is watching me with a knowing smirk. He looks so wolfish in this moment that I find