Anja

Orrin stalks towards me, shedding his robe as he goes, and all I can do is gawk at him, a gasp stuck in my throat. He’s enormous, strong, powerful, and it drips from him in the bucketload.

His chest heaves as he stands before me in nothing but his birthday suit.

My eyes take in the sight of him, so beautiful it takes my breath away. Orrin is enormous and full of muscle in all the right places. I want to reach out and touch his perfectly silken chest; those muscles are screaming for me to lick them. I want to trace the V at his hips with my fingertips.

I’m still hung up on the fact he has no hair on his body. Maybe it’s a cliché to think all men are hairy, but most bear shifters are. The fact Orrin isn’t; surprises me. Orrin is the King of his clan, so maybe he’s hairl