Clark loved spring time. Specifically, he loved when his mate was in heat. You wanted nothing more than to curl into him. Most days had been spent like this for the past week. The nest you’d made was compiled of hoodies and sweatshirts of Clark’s. Currently, you were half asleep on his shoulder. Soft purrs rumbled through you. A manifestation of your contentedness.
Clark traced random patterns on your hip. His mouth pressed to your hairline, breathing in your familiar scent. It was thicker with your heat, wrapping around him in a heady cloud that had his head spinning. A trashy reality show was playing on the television—more for him than you—but he’d stoped paying attention. His mate was always more important. You were so beautiful in his eyes that sometimes he couldn’t fathom looking away from you. His fingers trailed up, dragging lightly over your mating mark. The physical representation of your closeness always had his heart beating faster. His thumb pressed into one of the indentations of his teeth before skimming away. This was a new relationship but it felt like Clark had known you for years longer than the actual two. When he first met you, the connection had been immediate. Being with you was easier than breathing. You stirred as Clark’s hands continued wandered. His heart melted when your eyes opened. “Hi, honey. How do you feel?” He murmured.