Fiona's POV
Iris stirred within me again as I beheld the intriguing monster. His stare grabbed my attention, gaze unwavering with furling anger. He stood straight up, massive and tall, with broad shoulders blotting out the light behind him. He was a beauty, one only described in fables that called to those with a dark appeal—and I was one of them.
Those dark horns stood proud atop his head. My gaze traveled down to behold his face; eyes peeked beneath the dark fur, his nostrils breathed fury, lips stretching to bare fangs. I admired the rippling muscles beneath the fur, the expanse of his chest that spoke of unimaginable strength. He was bare when my gaze traveled down, my fingers itching to touch the fur, wondering if it'd be soft or harsh.
His scent wasn't foreign to me—it piqued at
