Chapter TEN

Dean wandered up to the loft where he’d left his exhausted mate sprawled out on the bed with a ridiculously satisfied gleam in her eye.

It was well past midnight, and still he was starving for her. Always would be, he thought with a grin and sent another prayer of thanks to the universe for blessing him with his Violet.

Fated mates were rare and cherished among his kind, now their kind, he corrected himself, and he would never forget how blessed he truly was to have her.

“Shit,” he grunted, almost losing his grip on the plate of dessert he’d promised her earlier that evening.

“Mm, do I smell watermelon and chocolate?”

“You do and some other bits of goodness here and there. Sit up, love,” he gestured to the headboard and Violet gave him a saucy growl before rolling over, to crawl up the enormous bed giving him one hell of a spectacular view, even if she was somewhat hidden by the silky sheet.