Nox, Son of the Cursed Bear, the man who thought he was incapable of anything but fucking, had just made love to her. And as their aftershocks slowly faded away, she leaned up and kissed him in a silent thank you. “Does it hurt?” she whispered, unable to ignore the red streaming down his neck. The corner of his lips twisted up in a smile. “I think love is the best kind of pain.”
