Not that Andros could fault her. Not after last night. He could not fight the stupid grin that came to his face when he thought of Natalie as she had been last night, her face and body wild beneath him and his brothers. Sandwiched between them as they rode her into ecstasy. Yes, he could easily see why mated men were always so disgustingly optimistic. It seemed he was becoming the same way. He thought of her sleeping contentedly in his bed, and felt the stirrings of lust rise within him once more. They had not loved their mate since last night, had decided to allow her time to rest and recover while she slept in his bed. He’d initially thought it would be torturous, lying next to her all night without getting to partake of her sweet honey. But surprisingly, it had been the best night of sleep he could remember. Though he wouldn’t begrudge his brothers their opportunities to have Natalie sleep in their beds, he would miss her when she was gone from his. “Surely she has slept enough for the day,”
