Thorne’s POV
“I’m ready,” Aurora’s soft voice calls, pulling my eyes off the movie selections.
Fuck.
She just had to put the on the sexiest, most alluring nightgown known to man. Is she trying to kill me?
The black silk hugs her form perfectly, highlighting her fair skin and silver hair. She practically glides down the stairs, her eyes catching mine. They’re soft and bright, and full of affection.
“Should we skip the movie tonight?” She asks, stopping in front of me and climbing onto my lap.
The air catches in my chest, and my wolf pushes forward. My hands move on their own, sliding up her legs and settling on her thighs. I squeeze gently, brushing my thumb across the sensitive skin of her inner thigh just the way I know she likes.
Aurora gasps, and I feel the shiver that goes
