Page 90 of Good Luck Charm for the Wolf

I’m still stunned anyone can feel this good.

Doug is such a passionate lover. Considerate. Intense.

He just gets me.

“Morning, Sunshine,” he murmurs against my skin, his voice thick and rough in that sleep-deepened way that sends ridiculous little shivers through me.

“Mmm.” I stretch slowly, my body still deliciously sensitive as I feel every sore, used inch of me.

“You’re too chipper for someone who wrecked me half the night.”

Doug chuckles low, and it vibrates against my back in the most distracting way.

“No regrets though, right?”

I laugh softly, biting my lip as I turn just enough to meet his wicked, smug grin.

“None. Though I might need food before you get any more ideas.”

He kisses my shoulder and nips lightly.

“Fine. But only because I don’t want my mate passing out before we even get started.”

I roll my eyes, but I’m grinning.

God, he’s impossible.

But he’s mine.

All mine.

As he slips out of bed and tugs on a pair of gray sweats, and wow, yes, I ogle him the entire time, I pull the sheet tighter around me and let myself just be in the moment.

Happy.

I feel so happy.

Loved.

Claimed.

The thought makes my chest ache, but in that full-to-bursting kind of way.

Doug returns a little while later, balancing a tray with eggs, toast, bacon, and two coffees like the world’s hottest room service delivery.

“You trying to wife me up with food?” I tease as he climbs back into bed beside me.

“Babe,” he says seriously, “you’re already wifed up. You just don’t have the fancy title yet.”

I flush so hard I almost burn the sheets.

But I take the coffee anyway, because priorities.

We eat mostly in comfortable silence, except for the occasional lazy kiss and Doug’s wandering hands that can’t seem to not be touching me.

At one point, he starts stroking my thigh under the sheet, fingers inching higher until I nearly choke on my toast.

“Doug,” I gasp, glaring at him as he just smirks. “I said food first.”

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