Creed woke up with a groggy sigh, his mind still tangled in the haze of deep sleep.
His body ached but not in the sharp, searing way of battle wounds, but in the deep, satisfied soreness of a man who had thoroughly exhausted himself the night before.
He stretched, feeling the slight strain in his muscles, and let out a low groan.
Damn.
Last night had been… wild.
His body wasn't sore from training or fighting, but from the intense feeding session with Lilith and Tierra.
Those two succubi were insatiable. They had drained him to his limit, and then some.
And knowing them, they were definitely still sleeping soundly, completely unbothered by the chaos they had unleashed upon his poor mortal form!
Shaking his head, Creed forced himself to sit up, rubbing his temples. His mind was still foggy, and his throat felt dry.
What he needed right now was coffee.
