King Duncan watched as the slave hesitated.
Her trembling hand reached for the rope that held her clothing. She let it slide down, revealing delicate skin illuminated by the moonlight.
Just as he expected, his Lycan beast rose to the surface with a guttural sneer. Mine.
Shutting his eyes, he drew in a deep breath to keep his Lycan at bay.
'Not now. Stay still!' Duncan scolded. The beast reluctantly obeyed, retreating into the recesses of his mind.
“Leave them,” Duncan said sharply when she reached for the rest of her undergarments. “Get in.”
Heat crept onto her cheeks as she nodded. His eyes never left hers. Not once.
Swallowing, she stepped into the water. The warm temperature relaxed her tense nerves a little.
It had been forever since she had a warm bath, and this water was so s
