Flora’s P.O.V
“Flora.”
“Clay!”
I was in his arms an instant after he entered through the door, right after Alpha Nicolai left and all my worries and fears were instantly forgotten.
Clay’s arms wrapped around me tightly as he came to sit on the infirmary bed. I took in a deep breath, taking in the earthiness of his scent along with a hint of spice. I was so glad that his scent was no longer mixed with the metallic tinge of blood. He was safe and I was in his arms. That was all that mattered to me.
“Oh, God! Thank God!” Clay whispered as he pulled away and cupped my cheeks with his hands. His beautiful eyes were filled with worry as he took me in and then he was showering my face with kisses, from my forehead to my nose, my cheeks and then finally my lips.
It felt like…I was able to breathe again.
The kiss wasn’t hungry and passionate like the way he always kissed me. No…this kiss was gentle, reassuring. He was making sure that I was alright. I was doing the same.