Evelyn
With Alexander naked in front of me, it’s impossible not to notice his well-toned body, bronze skin, and powerful muscles – though I make an effort to keep my eyes above his neck.
Or at least above his waist.
I feel my cheeks heat in embarrassment as he passes me, making for the bath, his scent hitting me like an aphrodisiac. How can somehow in need of a bath possibly smell so good?
My wolf urges me to pounce on him, to do all sorts of things to and with him. She’s so deep in her desire that she’s not even completing her sentences, conveying her desires with grunts and whining and panting.
“Do not think such things,” I tell my wolf, effectively silencing her.
As Alexander reaches the first step to the bath, I bow in his direction. “Enjoy your bath,” I murmur before turning
