Lorcan & Evette

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Evie loved waking up to her werewolf. For the first time ever, she'd woken up before him. She took a moment to inspect him. I've hit the jackpot. After searching for thirty years and longing for someone for so much longer, she finally had someone who would stick around forever. Someone who would come back.

Someone who gave her passion and so much more.

An immortal warrior with only her on his mind.

Swoon.

Her man had been born with an unfriendly face. Devastatingly handsome, but unapproachable. She blamed it on those eyebrows. They looked like angry eyebrows. For her, they quirked up a little more. He'd try for a smile, but Evie didn't care what his face looked like. She liked those deep frowns and pesky little glares. She'd spent her entire life being approached by people she didn't want near her. People who hung from her dresses and begged her for her knowledge. With her werewolf on her arm, they'd learn to keep their distance.

In his sleep, he looked softer. His lips were pulled up in the shape of a smile. With his arm slung across her naked body, he was content. Evie was loving it.

She supposed the werewolf had wanted this just as long as she had. He'd told her about those times where he'd longed for his mate. He'd told her of the long days in the wars when all seemed lost and he'd think to the future. He'd think of what she'd be like.

Evie wondered if there was more he'd longed for, like her.

She was a personal fan of his hair. Soft to the touch and somewhat dishevelled, she liked pulling it. It was a warm brown, the same colour as his fur. She drew a finger down his jawbone, then across his shoulders. She was watching him when those eyes opened. Golden. Did everything make him emotional?

"Keep doing that," he instructed as her hands explored him. "Gods, Evie. You feel so good."

She smiled, leaning in to peck his lips. The werewolf groaned against her mouth and instantly moved in to deepen it.

"I like seeing you wake up," she told him. "I'll have to start waking up sooner."

Back in the Territories, he was always up before she was. Evie needed more of this. The chance to appreciate him before his eyes opened.

Her werewolf was a piece of art.

She pecked his lips again, knowing he'd complain at what was to come.

"I'm busy today, so you're going to have to entertain yourself until later."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that, little witch. You've got two minutes to practice that greeting again."

She rolled her eyes and dug her fingers through his hair. The duvet was pulled up to his waist. She massaged her hand beneath it to grab his ass. Maybe she had an obsession here too.

"You need to figure out the date for the next full moon today," she told him, not entirely sure that he was listening. "I've got a few things to sort in my shop. I'll call you if I need you."

"Are you kicking me out?"

"No. I'm telling you to keep yourself busy for the day."

"It sounds like you're kicking me out."

The King had never been kicked out before.

"I'm sure there're plenty of things you can do today to keep yourself busy. It's just one day. You're not going to miss me that much." The look on his face begged to differ. "You could start by cleaning my room that you destroyed." He growled, nuzzling his face into her chest. "You could communicate with your Kingdom, sort out a few plans. Anything. You can tend to my herb garden if you have nothing else to do. Here's an idea. You could clean my new car. But stay away from Agnes. She thinks we're related."