Ivan
"Your phone's ringing again," Nefra mumbles, burying herself in the blanket. "Whoever it is, won't give up."
"Yeah, I know," I wanted to avoid this conversation until later, but I'm not surprised Ben can't wait. "Do you mind?"
"If I say no, would you believe me?" she turns, her hair a nest on the top of her head.
"Then I'll ignore it," I don't plan to go against my mate, not after the incredible morning we've had.
'Damn you, Ben.' I try nuzzling back into Nefra, determined to get a nap in, which seems impossible, but the phone rings again.
"Get it," Nefra points to the floor, huffing before pushing me away. "It'll drive us both crazy."
"I'll only take a minute," I kiss her neck, throwing the blankets off and storming to the phone. "He's going to pay for this one."
"Who is it, anyway?" Nefra makes no move to get up, tucking herself into a blanket roll.
"One of my deltas, Ben," without bothering to put pants on, I sit on the edge of the bed, already prepared to growl.
