Perry's POV
After a brutal day drenched in blood and violence, coming home to find my mate sleeping peacefully was everything I needed to see.
I couldn't help but smile watching Phoebe curl against her pillow, lips slightly parted as soft snores escaped her. She looked so innocent, so perfect.
I moved closer to the bed and leaned down to brush my lips against hers. A quiet moan slipped from her throat. Still asleep, but her body knew my touch.
"My gorgeous mate," I whispered against her mouth. Every fiber of me wanted to claim her right then, but I held back. She'd had an exhausting day too, and she deserved her rest. Besides, I needed to wash the day's carnage off myself before I could hold my queen properly.
Reluctantly, I pulled away and headed to the bathroom to clean up. Only then did I slip into bed beside her.
I drew her close, and she immediately nestled against my chest, burying her face in my arms. Her skin was silk-soft and smelled like heaven itself.
