And my tits?
Yeah, they were nearly in his face. One of my breasts was trapped against him sideways, and my nipple was literally pointing at him.
Crap.
“You can’t pull me into your arms when I’m asleep,” I grumbled, climbing off of him.
My wolf was wagging her freaking tail.
Wagging it.
Horny bitch.
“You were holding my favorite pillow. I took it, and you climbed on top of me instead,” he growled back.
I only vaguely remembered what had happened, so I had no idea if that was true or not. I always snuggled with pillows, so it did seem possible.
“You should’ve pushed me away,” I finally said.
“I’m not a fucking saint, Princess.”
Clearly.
I made it off the bed, and pulled hair out of my mouth as I stumbled to the closet, my body still heavy with sleep.
When I stepped back out in a pair of his boxer briefs and the remaining long-sleeved shirt I hadn’t worn, the bed was empty.
My forehead creased.
I heard the fridge close, and padded into the kitchen.
The Alpha already had a few ingredients on the counter. He’d cracked two dozen eggs into a bowl, and was holding a pack of bacon.
My stomach growled.
Yum.
The bacon joined the eggs and some cheese in the bowl. Salt and pepper followed. A few veggies, too.
“Are you going to stand there and watch me all morning, Princess?” he drawled.
I shook my head, realizing I had been watching too long. Too closely, too.
“I’m not a morning person,” I mumbled, stepping into the kitchen and heading toward the dishes. I knew the dishwasher was half full. I could deal with that.
If he was cooking for me too.
I paused, my hip against the countertop. “Is all of that for you?”
“Yes. I went to the trouble of claiming you in front of my pack and locking you in my room just so I could cook for myself while you watch.”
I had to bite back a snort.
The Alpha was a dick, but apparently he had a sense of humor.
Maybe it only emerged after he had a naked woman sleeping on top of him.
Then again, I hadn’t done a damn thing except make him hard and give him something nice to look at.