Threaded (The Solstice Cycle, #1)

by Tay Rose

And there, in her massive, soft bed, the feeling of her sleeping form pressed against his side was fucking everything.

The sight of her, sleepy and mussed and wearing his clothes, filled him with a ridiculous sort of feral, male satisfaction.

A shudder of power wracked through the earth, a tremor strong enough to wake the dragons of the world that had long since gone to sleep.