Rejected and Pregnant I Fled The Pack (Evelyn and Damon) novel Chapter 270

Nadia pov

I woke slowly, warmth surrounding me on every side, and found myself pressed close against Ethan's chest, his arm wrapped securely around my waist even in sleep.

I loved it.

The realization settled comfortably into my chest without the usual resistance or careful hesitation I'd grown accustomed to feeling whenever I actually allowed myself to acknowledge genuine comfort with him. His body felt solid and warm against mine, his heartbeat steady beneath my palm where my hand rested against his chest, and something about that combination of strength and safety made we want to simply remain exactly where I was, suspended in this quiet, peaceful moment.

My hand began moving without entirely conscious decision, fingers tracing gently along the defined muscle of his chest, exploring the shape of him with careful, curious attention. I felt him shift slightly beneath my touch, though his breathing remained slow and even, suggesting he remained mostly asleep. I trailed my hands lower, loving his rock-hard body. The muscles rippled at my touch, and I bit my lip. I want him. I need his cock deep inside me making me forget everything.

I continued, genuinely enjoying this quiet exploration, my fingers tracing down toward his abdomen, feeling the subtle tension of muscle beneath warm skin. He was a work of art and I get to explore him.

A low groan rumbled through his chest, and I felt it as much as heard it, the sound carrying genuine, unmistakable pleasure.

"Having fun, baby?" His voice came out rough and sleep-thickened, considerably more raspy than usual, and I felt my whole body flush at being caught so thoroughly in the act. I still wanted to explore his body. My wolf paced restlessly in my mind. Fuck him she ordered. Ride him now!

I stilled my hand, genuine embarrassment building despite the obvious evidence that he'd genuinely enjoyed my unconscious exploration. "I didn't realize you were awake," I admitted, my voice carrying its own telltale unsteadiness. I'm embarrassed but I want more.

"I wasn't, initially," he said, something warm and genuinely amused threading through his rough morning voice. "Though I confess, waking to find your hands exploring me so thoroughly represents a considerably pleasant way to actually start the day."

I felt my cheeks warm further, though genuine happiness built alongside my embarrassment at his obvious, sincere pleasure. "I wasn't entirely conscious of what I was doing," I admitted. "I simply woke feeling genuinely comfortable, safe, and apparently my hands decided to actually explore that feeling."

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