Purity watched as Johnathan threw a wave out the van’s window and drove off. She was nervous about being left in Tener’s care but decided she could fend for herself by turning away from him and heading straight into the kitty café. Small mews from the kittens in a small enclosed sitting area reached her ears, and the smell of baked goods and tea filled her nose. A standing sign greeted her and read, “Find your seat, lift your feet, and get cozy. Our fluffy friends will find their way to you. They are well behaved and will let you enjoy your meal in peace (All cooked breakfast is chef’s choice, baked items are created fresh every morning.).” Purity giggled because at that moment, a large, short-haired tabby rubbed against her legs and meowed loudly, demanding attention. “Awe, aren’t you precious? Come here, big guy,” Purity cooed as she picked up the tabby to cuddle him. “Welcome! Sit anywhere you’d like, and I’ll be with you shortly,” a cheery male voice said from behind a high d

Bastian smirked, “Thought you’d find that worth staying in my company for a moment. After your bad form toward my love, everyone left the dinner table. So, eventually, I found myself waiting on her balcony with no intention of eavesdropping. But, mind you, it just happened that way. I must have caught the tail end of something because one minute, they were talking about your nasty declaration, and the next, the female wolf was attempting to open the balcony door. I was about to hide myself when your brother, Pru, came in the bedroom door and caught her attempting to leave.” Lasci shook his head, irritated, “You’re telling me something I already know, Bastian. Get on with it, or I’ll lose my patience.” Bastian smiled innocently, “I’m getting there, be patient. Now, where was I? Oh yes, her leaving and your brother coming in. So they had exchanged a few words, and the female wolf left.” Bastian acted like that was the end of it, and Lasci snapped, “You’re wasting my time.” “

It was Tener. Standing there with one hand holding the towel closed and the other on the stall, he looked at her with deep blue eyes. Water was dripping from his tawny hair plastered along the side of a very trim, muscular arm. She could see the muscles on his stomach rippling south below the towel. Letting out a loud squeak, Purity turned, hiding her face, “TENER! This is the women's shower!” He didn't respond, but she could feel the burn of his gaze on her naked backside. At that point, the shower sound was muted because she clearly heard the slip and drop of his towel. “What are you doing?” she asked, still hiding her face, not daring to turn around. Suddenly warm, gentle hands slipped up her waist and beneath her arms before gently cupping her full breasts. “Shhh, don’t move…,” he said, pressing his hardness against her backside and leaning to her ear. Purity was stuck. She didn’t want this, even as she protested, but something in her made her stay still and not resist, “Te