Alice lay there, her breath shallow, her mind unraveling like yarn in a storm.
All the memories from that day.
The day she had drunk his strange, thick green juices, rushed back into her like a tsunami of sin.
Her thighs clenched. Her kitty began to purr again, funnelling heat like a freshly stoked furnace.
And finally… finally, she understood.
Why she came here.
Why she'd been so conscious of her appearance.
Why she'd worn the cloak, the dress beneath, styled her hair just right, why she hadn't even shown Alex or Celeste.
It wasn't just for the team.
It wasn't just for recovery.
It was for him.
Rae.
The way he made her feel like a woman again.
Not just a healer, or a mage, or a milk factory for her baby.
But a real woman—a sexy, desired woman.
Someone who could surrender.
Someone who could be led, pushed, claimed.
She came here for that. For him.
But like all good fantasies, this one snapped back to reality.
