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Horror washed over me in waves as more memories surfaced. I’d kissed his cheek, his chin. I’d been all over him like some lovesick teenager, completely uninhibited by the wine coursing through my system.
What must he think of me now?
I forced myself to take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. First things first
-where was l?
Relief flooded through me as I recognized my own bedroom. I was wearing my favorite pajamas, the soft cotton ones with little moons that I saved for comfort days. My hair smelled of my usual shampoo, and I felt clean despite the hangover pounding behind my eyes.
Someone had taken care of me. Connor had taken care of me.
The realization brought both comfort and mortification. He’d seen me at my absolute worst, completely out of control. Yet he’d brought me home safely, made sure I was clean and comfortable.
Gathering my courage, I slipped out of bed, wincing as the movement intensified my headache. I noticed the glass of water and pain relievers on my nightstand-another thoughtful gesture that made my heart squeeze painfully in my chest.
After swallowing the pills, I padded quietly to my bedroom door, opening it with trepidation. What would I find? Had Connor left after putting me to bed, or…?
My question was answered immediately. There on my sofa lay Connor Rivers, his powerful frame barely contained by the furniture that suddenly seemed much too small for him. One arm was thrown above his head, the other resting across his chest. His handsome face was softened in sleep, his usual intensity temporarily at bay.
He’d stayed. All night, he’d stayed to make sure I was alright.
Mortification washed over me anew as I approached him quietly. He must have witnessed all my drunken behavior, my complete lack of inhibition. What had I said to him? What had I done?
The memory of calling him my mate in the crowded club made me cringe inwardly, my cheeks flushing crimson. I’d been so forward, so unlike my usual reserved self.
I reached out hesitantly, gently touching his shoulder. “Con, you should move to the bedroom,” I suggested softly, my voice slightly rough from the previous night’s singing.
He stirred, his eyelids fluttering but not opening. “What time is it?” he asked, his voice deep and husky with sleep.
“7:30 am,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
What happened next caught me completely off guard. With surprising speed for someone just waking, Connor reached out and pulled me into a warm embrace. His strong arms encircled me completely as he inhaled deeply, his nose brushing against my hair.
“Sleep well, little wolf?” he asked, his voice playfully teasing.
I could hear the smile in his voice, could practically feel his amusement at my predicament. He was enjoying this-enjoying my embarrassment over my drunken antics.
Utterly mortified, I buried my face against his chest, seeking comfort even as embarrassment flooded through me. His familiar cedar scent enveloped me, somehow easing my headache slightly.
“I’m so sorry,” I murmured against the soft fabric of his t-shirt. “I don’t usually drink that much. I don’t know what came over me.”
His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “Don’t apologize. It was… enlightening.”
I groaned, pressing my face harder against him. “What did I say? How bad was it?”
“Well,” he drawled, his ice-blue eyes dancing with mischief when I finally dared to look up at him, “you did question my capabilities as a partner. Something about performance issues?”
My eyes widened in horror. “I did not!”
“You did,” he confirmed, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter. “Perhaps we should test that theory? I’d be happy to prove my… capabilities.”
His fingers traced gentle patterns along my spine, sending shivers of awareness through me despite my hangover. The teasing suggestion in his voice made my heart. race, my body responding to him even as my mind scrambled to process his words.
“Connor!” I protested weakly, my cheeks burning hotter than ever.
His ice-blue eyes darkened slightly as he gazed down at me, his expression shifting from teasing to something more intense. His fingers continued their maddening path along my spine, each touch sending sparks of electricity through my sensitized skin.
(Olivia’s POV)
My face burned with embarrassment as Connor’s ice-blue eyes twinkled with amusement. The memory of my drunken behavior at the Moonlight Club last night made me want to crawl under a rock and never emerge.
“I did not say those things in front of everyone,” I protested weakly, trying to maintain some dignity. “There’s no way I would…”
My voice trailed off as fragments of memories flashed through my mind. Me, on stage with a microphone. Calling Connor handsome. Declaring him my mate. The mortification was overwhelming.
“I was just talking nonsense!” I insisted, pulling away from his embrace. “People say all kinds of ridiculous things when they’re drunk.”
Connor’s smile widened, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Is that so?”
“Absolutely,” I nodded vigorously, wincing as the movement aggravated my hangover. “In fact, legally speaking, I was a person with limited capacity for conduct. My actions shouldn’t be held against me.”
A deep chuckle rumbled through Connor’s chest. “Are you really trying to use legal jargon to escape your embarrassment, counselor?”
“It’s a valid argument,” I mumbled, avoiding his gaze.
(Connor’s POV)
I couldn’t help but tease her more. The sight of Olivia Winters, always so composed and dignified, blushing and flustered was too delightful to resist.
“So you flirt with me, call me your mate in front of half of Harbor City, and now you’re trying to run away?” I asked, my voice dropping lower.
The familiar scent of her honey-almond body wash clung to my skin from carrying her last night. It created an intimate bubble around us, heightening the tension between our bodies.
Something shifted in the air between us. The playful teasing transformed into something more charged, more dangerous.
Without overthinking it, I leaned forward and captured her lips with mine. Her surprised gasp melted into a soft moan as my fingers threaded through her honey-brown hair.
I pressed her gently back onto the sofa, our kiss deepening with each passing second. What had started as a spontaneous gesture quickly escalated into something neither of us could control.
The passion between us felt overwhelming, unavoidable-like a storm that had been brewing for years.
“Liv,” I whispered against her skin as I nibbled on her earlobe. “Tell me to stop if you don’t want this.”
Her amber eyes were dark with desire, her breathing uneven. Instead of answering with words, she tilted her head and licked a hot stripe up my throat.
The wolf inside me growled with approval.
(Olivia’s POV)
We were clumsy at first, navigating each other’s bodies with eager hands and breathless laughter. Connor was patient, mindful of my inexperience, taking his time to ensure my comfort.
Morning light streamed through the windows, casting a golden glow over us as we moved together. The air grew thick with heat and desire.
I was nervous but excited, surrendering to the moment with the man I loved. Birds sang outside my window, making the scene feel almost idyllic in its perfection.
Lost in the rising tide of sensation, I followed Connor’s lead, trusting him completely. His hands were gentle yet confident, guiding me through waves of pleasure I’d never experienced before.
We moved from the sofa to the bedroom, making love twice more before ending up in the bath. The warm water soothed my muscles as Connor held me against his chest.
“Still questioning my capabilities?” he murmured playfully against my ear.
Exhausted but happier than I could remember being in years, I laughed softly. “I stand corrected, Alpha Rivers.”
His answering chuckle vibrated against my back. “I’m glad to hear it, little wolf.”
(Henry’s POV)
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