Chapter 113

Draven’s POV

I stirred in the bed, inhaling deeply. The moment I drew in Maeve’s sweet scent, my senses sharpened and I had no choice but to pry my eyes open. A strand of her soft brown curls brushed across my face, and I pressed my lips to it, muffling a groan of pleasure. I almost laughed at the ravenous look she’d worn before drifting off, the way her long, natural curls lay scattered across the silken sheets. Here she was, sleeping beside me with one hand splayed across my chest, her head nestled at my shoulder. She was breathtaking.

I lingered there, simply drinking her in. My gaze traveled over every flawless curve: her thick, dark brows; the gentle rosy tint on her cheeks; those irresistible lips I longed to taste again. I fought the urge to wake her with a kiss—she rested too peacefully, and those faint Eclipse Pack rings at the corners of her eyes told me she’d been struggling for sleep. She lay naked beneath the silk, the fabric draped just over her hips