"Nine o'clock." Cutlery clinked as Lucian placed a tray beside the bed. "I have coffee."
"I can't move."
"Not even for coffee?"
"Not even."
He chuckled softly. The mattress dipped as his weight hit it. "Your phone rang about ten minutes ago. You want to see who it was?"
"I guess I should." I made a weak "give me" motion with my hand and forced an eye open. It was Jak—he wanted to meet around lunchtime. I groaned, not sure I would even be capable of moving by then.
"Anything important?" Lucian asked.
"A reminder that I have to meet someone for lunch." I let the phone drop back to the bed and snuggled deeper into my pillow. "But I'm not sure I'll be able to do anything more than sleeping for the rest of the day."
"And here I was thinking werewolves had stamina."
His fingers began tracing lines up and down my back. While it felt nice, I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone go another round with him. And that was something I'd never thought would happen.
"As werewolves go, it seems I'm a poor specimen."
"But you're also half-Aedh. That should give you an advantage over regular wolves."
"Not when my partner is apparently insatiable."
He chuckled softly. "So you're telling me you're feeling no desire whatsoever right now."
"I am."