Chapter23

Carrie’s Point of View Madoka lay on my bed with his arms crossed behind his head like he belonged there—who was I kidding, he probably did—unconcerned that he was naked as he watched me gather a few things for the night. I said stay over, but realistically, I doubted I would be leaving, if things kept going in this direction. Seriously, we were marked and mated, and I could barely wrap my head around it. He pulled on his clothes once I was nearly ready. I watched the way his muscles flexed as he moved, and heat built inside of me at the memory of what we had just done together. It was mind-blowingly good. A grin split his face as he met my eyes and moved closer to tower over me. "What are you thinking about?" "Nothing too exciting," I lied, although I didn't expect him to believe me. "Mmm. Is that so?" he asked, toying with a stray black curl. "No." Madoka smiled. "I want to get you home, first." "Home?" "Yeah. My pack. Our pack." His confidence broke for just a second, and he looked