Ryland Grayson:
I let out a slow breath, my chest still rising unevenly as I leaned back slightly, one hand braced against Vaughn's thigh to steady myself.
The room was quiet now.
Too quiet compared to a few minutes ago.
The air still felt warm, heavy with both our scents mixed, the sheets a mess beneath us. Vaughn practically melted against the mattress underneath me as his body had completely given up on functioning properly anymore, while his cock was still inside me.
Honestly, he looked seconds away from passing out.
His cheeks were flushed, his breathing slow and uneven, his eyes half-lidded as he stared somewhere above my shoulder like his brain was still trying to reconnect with reality.
A smirk pulled at my mouth before I could stop it.
Then my attention shifted upward again.
To them.
The ears.
Still there.
Soft wolf ears sitting right on top of his head as they belonged there naturally.
I still couldn't fully process it.
