The Choice To Love
When Lucien opened his eyes again, he was steeping inside a wooden bathtub full of warm bathwater. His mate, the sex maniac Ronan Silverback, was conscientiously cleaning him from head to toe.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Ronan greeted his mate with a kiss.
"..."
Morning?
What morning?
Lucien looked up in confusion.
Above his head, the sky was colored with red, orange, and golden streaks as the sun slowly disappeared beneath the horizon.
It was clearly in the evening!
Lucien winced from pain when he shifted his weight around.
"Don't move too much," Ronan pulled him back to his original position on his legs.
"Ronan, you beast," Lucien scolded his mate fiercely. "Look at what you did to me!"
While he lay on his back and endured Ronan's relentless attack, his lower half went numb.
Lucien thought that he was going to die today.
On his birthday, to boot!