Against the wall

MESSIAH JORDY'S POV

The sun's rays beamed on my face, causing me to stir in my sleepy state. I placed a pillow on my face, keeping the light away.

I shut my eyes to get more sleep but the overwhelming masculine scent that filled the room chased away whatever sleep lingering in my eyes.

I turned around and there he was, in all his sexiness and masculinity.

King Arlo, the most ruthless Lycan, my overprotective mate and the one who saved me yesterday from Luther.

He looked peaceful in his sleep, and the silver locks of his hair fell to his eyes, giving him an intense sex appeal.

He was bare-chested, and the light hairs covering his chest were calling out to me.

I bit my lower lips, trying to rid myself of the lewd thoughts flooding my mind. I looked away, forcing myself to shut out his scent and the image of him. But it was impossible.

After a few minutes of struggling, I turned to him again, giving in to the urge to run my fingers on his chest hairs.

His body twitched slightly at my t