She was slowly getting used to his touch. Vicker stared at her as he wiped her body down with the towel. He smoothed his hands down her back, deliberately getting close to her so that she could feel his body on hers. She didn’t flinch the way she’d done before. As a matter of fact, she seemed to hold her breath, her eyes glowing blue as he got closer, evading her space. He wondered if that was her wolf he was seeing. She was yet to let her loose on him. The werewolf females the elders brought for him had fought him, letting out their wolves to attack him. But she hasn’t.
Vicker stared at her, wondering why. Was she bidding her time, waiting for the right moment? He touched the column of her neck; over the area he’d beaten her again. A possessive feeling rattled through him. He loved seei
