She woke up in the middle of each night. If I was sleeping, she would drift up to her studio, but if I woke in time and caught her—

"Unnngh, Khell, yes!"

I grinned through my growl, bucking my hips up to meet Sunny's. Her arms were stretched over my head, hands clasped around the top bar of her wrought iron headboard, bracing herself as she rode my cock roughly.

"Oh–oh god," she cried out, eyes widening as she stared down at me.

I reared up, my hands sliding up from their grip on her hips to stroke her back and draw her closer. Sunny was nearly there, and it was my job as her mate to throw her over the edge. My mouth found one of her breasts, my hand taking hold of the other, and I sucked hard, my tusks digging into her soft flesh.

Sunny's hands released the headboard, grasping the back of my head and holding me in place as she came with a high cry, her cunt tightening on my stav. I purred as she clasped and fluttered around me, my heels digging into the bed, bracing against the siren call of my own release. Sunny joked about me wearing her out, but I knew how much she could handle and I liked her to sleep late into the morning so I had time to make her breakfast.

As her shuddering settled and she breathed the long sigh of her completion, I rolled us on the bed, cradling her in my arms, laughing at the look of surprise on her face. Why was my little mate always surprised to find I wanted more of her?

My stav was still pumping in the sleeve of my cock, and I fixed myself deep inside of Sunny, letting it stroke her as I bent and kissed her flushed cheeks and full lips.

"You should know better than to think I would be finished with you so quickly," I murmured, pinching the lobe of her ear between my teeth.

But Sunny didn't shiver and whine. "Khell, what are we doing? This isn't normal, is it?"

I blinked, and then leaned back. I had turned the lamp on when I'd snatched Sunny back into the bed, and I was glad of it now. She could see my face as well as I could see hers.

Sunny was chewing on her bottom lip, a line of worry marked between her brows.

"I don't think cowgirl is that advanced," I said, wincing even as I made the joke.

But Sunny let out a puff of a laugh and shook her head. "It's been a week."