- Nikolai Volkov:
Morning sunshine.
That was the first thing I noticed—a gentle glow spilling into the room, painting everything in a golden hue.
Warmth cocooned me, not just from the sun, but from the bed, the blankets, and most importantly, the two warm forms pressed against me.
A warm bed, warm cuddles—that's how I woke up this morning.
I wasn't sure when I'd become accustomed to it, but mornings like this will become my sanctuary from now on.
Alexei and Dimitri, the twins, had me tucked safely between them like they were afraid I'd vanish if they let go.
Dimitri was in front of me, his buff, broad chest bare and rising slowly with each rhythmic breath.
My head was buried against his chest, the musky scent of his skin filling my senses.
His natural warmth was like a furnace—far hotter than any wolf shifter's body had a right to be.
Dragon shifters, I reminded myself.
