Chapter Eight

“Well, now that is a sight I’ll never get tired of seeing.” Brodryn’s voice from the bathroom door had me jumping and almost slipping in the shower. Thankfully I was able to regain my balance and not make a complete fool of myself as I turned around and looked at him with a smile.

“Going to join me handsome?” I asked as I continued to lather the soap through my hair. He grinned and stripped before stepping into the shower and using the second shower head to get himself all wet. The long dark strands of his hair looked so soft and smooth that I felt the compulsion to run my hands through them.

I stepped towards him and grabbed the shampoo, kneeling on the bench in the shower so I was able to reach his head. I scrubbed and lathered the shampoo, my nails massaging his scalp and chuckling at the happy rumble that came from his chest. Wolves were very social creatures and we needed touch, the social aspect of it a necessity in most packs. Dragons from what I had seen weren’t really that