Chapter 78

As Jon claimed me, I felt joy singing in my heart. My mate desired me. Joan Knight, the man who always put duty before self, was letting his desires take center stage and it was me who was the object of that desire. In his arms, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world. And when he had succeeded in uniting us as one, I knew that this was what the word complete meant. -- Jon lay sleeping in bed, his loud snores evidence of his exhaustion. I was curled up next to him, my arms carelessly strewn over him. My fingers absentmindedly traced comforting patterns on his chest. Sighing, I planted a soft kiss on his cheek, his beard tickling my lips. I gently detached myself from him. It took some effort to do it without waking him up because he was one strong wolf, but eventually I succeeded. Naked as day, I got out of the bed and washed myself up in the bathroom. I put on my clothes and braided my hair in a plait. I padded through the room, grabbing Jon's suitcase with the