Amusement.
It's not mine.
I stir awake, staring at the cracked wooden ceiling of the cabin. My body feels wrecked in the best possible way—muscles heavy, skin alive with the memory of her touch. I've never had this much sex in my entire life. Hell, I'm not even sure I remember my name. My wolf, normally restless and prowling, lies quiet and utterly satisfied for the first time ever. The smug bastard is probably as blissed-out as I am.
I shift slightly, and a warm, wet sensation grips me. My eyes shoot downward, meeting Ember's mischievous gaze as she looks up at me from between my legs, her lips curving into that devilish smirk that's been haunting my dreams for days. She winks, and I want to groan.
"Ember..." I rasp, my voice a little hoarse from all the yelling, growling, and groaning I've been doing. My body is completely drained—or so I thought. Against all odds, under her skillful ministrations, I feel myself stirring again. Hardening.