SKYE AND NAURU
“You know. This is our wedding night.” Nauru complained, staring at his bride who was swinging a sharp blade in just her underclothes and corset, painting an erotic image that his body appreciated most ardently.
The woman’s eyes flashed angrily at him but she sent him a smirk and flipped her hair behind her shoulders.
”Are you scared I’m going to beat you?” She asked in a sing-song voice.
“Oh I know you’re going to beat me.” He told her. “You’re a Lycan.”
“You should have thought about that before challenging me.”
He didn’t exactly challenge her but he didn’t want to point that out to his stubborn wife.
A lesser man would be intimidated by her strength but he was only turned on by the thought that she could snap a man in two without breaking a sweat. It had been love
