Page 22 of Wolf's Mark

The harsh stiffness of his muscles followed soon after and within seconds, I was rewarded with a beautiful roar as he erupted deep inside.

Happy birthday to me.

It had been a perfect night.

The shrill sound pulled me out of a deep slumber.

“Damn it.”

The dream had been fantastic, as raw and erotic as could be.

I jerked up, gasping for air as I fought to release myself from whatever I was holding down. My brain didn’t want to focus, the sleepiness still holding it hostage.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, a groan immediately left my lips.

It was light outside but early. Way too early for anyone to call on a Sunday morning.

Unless…

Instantly rattled, I threw back the covers. I was on the floor before I suddenly realized I’d had a visitor, a hunky guest. Very slowly I turned toward the other side of the bed, prepared to offer a smile at least.

Although a moment of guilt was already settling into my system. Why I wasn’t certain.

Jax wasn’t on the other side of the bed. Given the open bathroom door, I doubted he was in there either.

Maybe he was the one calling me.

No, we hadn’t exchanged phone numbers.

Shit.

The phone had yet to go to voicemail.

I stumbled before I managed to make it to the living room. Where the hell had I dropped my purse? And why was the ringer so loud?

I remembered why, which was the reason I was frantic to find my purse in the first place. By the time I did, the ringing stopped.

Shit.

After jerking it from my clutch, I noticed the unknown number and frowned. Since so few people had my number, I was instantly on edge. I waited to see if a message would be left, doing nothing more than staring at the screen.

One wasn’t left.

Smashing the phone wasn’t an option. Right now, I needed coffee, or I’d never wake up. Maybe a thermos of coffee to be exact.

I tossed the phone on the kitchen table, heading to the coffee machine. Since the hunky man’s clothes were gone, I had to assume he’d slunk out sometime in the middle of the night.

Although it had to be late given our second round of wild and rather rough sex. Rough enough I was a little sore. Still, he was an asshole for leaving without saying goodbye. Hadn’t I chastised myself about the possibility he was a jerk?

“Growl,” I said out loud. Why couldn’t we have awakened from a long slumber, reveling in a hot shower before jumping back into bed again?

Now I really was dreaming if I believed that would happen.

I bit my lower lip and reached for the cabinet door. That’s when I noticed a bright pink Post-it note direct from my desk.

The single word was enough to retract the ugliness I’d thought earlier.

Delicious…

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