I came to in Lucas's room with a throbbing headache coming from the weight of that stupid horn pressing against my skull.
How the hell did I end up in Lucas's room?
My thoughts were scattered the second a wave of raw, aching heat slammed into me. It hit like a freight train, centering low in my gut and spreading outward until every nerve screamed for relief.
Lucas.
His name flashed through my mind, and my dick twitched hard against the sheets. I hated how quickly my body latched onto the idea of him. I still despise even wanting him, but the hunger clawed deeper with every breath of that damn vanilla scent clinging to the pillows.
Fuck!
I fumbled for my phone with shaking hands.
At least I could hear his voice.
That might buy me a shred of control. The line rang once, twice, and then his smug tone filled my ear. "Hey there, little shaman. Feeling lonely or something?"
