Chapter 67

Her mouth was like fucking heaven. Her warm, wet tongue worked expertly over his aching, needy flesh.

“Oh, hell.” Rhye released the human curse, finding it fitting for the exquisite torture Livia was giving him.

When she’d peeled away his clothing, she stared at his shaft with a wide-eyed, curious gaze. At first, he wondered if it was his size that intimidated her, or the rather large knot at the bottom not all werewolves were endowed with, but as her gaze traced every inch of his length, it eventually dawned on him why her breath caught. To realise it was the unglamored sight of his shaft that had astonished her.

Unsure of what to do, Rhye let her study him and watched her reaction carefully in return. Her shock quickly blossomed into interest and curiosity, but he’d caught her utter surprise upon that first glance, and it was then the suspicion began to form that she may not know about men that much.

Was that possible? It was damned hard to believe and, yet…