Chapter 63. Her Immunity

Randall Meechum's POV

Sulphur River Pack

I groaned as I woke up, looking at the clock next to my bed. Two-twenty. My movement caused my mate to shift in my arms, her leg coming up and bumping into my morning wood. I groaned again as she moved her hand down to it. "Morning love, or should I say good afternoon."

"It is," she said. "I love waking up this way."

"In my arms?"

She grinned as she looked up at me from where her head was resting on my chest. "Horny and you're already hard," she said. She moved over me, kissing my chest and moving up my body. Her nether lips were rapidly moistening as they rubbed over my length. My hands ran down her sides, grabbing her hips and moving her back and forth as I became even harder. "I need you," she said as he reached down and grabbed my shaft, aligning it with her opening and sinking back down. "Oh fuck that's good," she said as she bottomed out.

She was hot and tight, and I tried to focus on her instead of t