Page 59 of Reign of the Beast

Proof.

Reaching out, I ran my fingers along his arm, stroking his snowy-white fur. It was thick and so incredibly soft to the touch.

Emotion flared in his eyes as I lifted it to my face and nuzzled my cheek against it.

“The wolf is a huge part of you. Why do you think I asked to see it?”

“You want to bond with it,” he realized.

“Yes, baby.”

“Baby?”he murmured.

“That’s right.”

He smiled. “Step back, princess. A good few feet.”

I complied, putting the distance between us.

Excitement bloomed at the thought of setting eyes on this part of him.

I could hardly wait.

My skin was tingling with anticipation.

And then he started stripping.

Holy hell.

I didn’t think I’d ever get used to his hulking, ripped body.

He pulled his gray t-shirt over his head, baring that glorious chest, that block of hard muscle, his broad shoulders serving to contain it.

He flicked his fly open and winked at me, enjoying me basically salivating over him.

He shoved his jeans down, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath, as his cock sprung free from its confines, startling me when I saw that it was standing to attention, rock hard and wanting.

“Just a touch and you’ve got me like this.”

“You’re not the only one.”

“Yeah? Show me,” he teased.

“Maybe after.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Really? That’s on the table now, is it? Wow. You really have become much more sexually liberated.”

I could feel myself blushing. “Well, I had a good teacher.”

He grinned as he kicked off his boots. “Glad to be of service. Seriously, any time.”

I rolled my eyes.

Then things became intense.

In the best way possible.

He took another step back.

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