Alpha of Alphas - The Lycan's Impossible Mate
“It was just crushed up Ibuprofen to break your fever.”
“I feel much better.”
“Of course you do,” he says, and peels his wet shirt off, draping it over the vanity.
I stare at his washboard abs, the Celtic tattoo that curls around his nipple, and snakes down his side. I push myself on my elbows to get a better view. Looking me straight in the eye, he undoes his jeans and pulls them down, revealing his perfect ass when he turns around to drape his trousers next to his shirt.
I wait for him to take off his underwear, but he doesn’t go that far. I already saw what he has to offer, and the man appears to be blessed in every way. The Gods were just showing off the day they made Kane Madden.
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