Claimed By The Lycan King
Leon rumbled contentedly as I traced a finger along Lola's arm, watching goosebumps rise in its wake despite the warmth of the day.
"You're staring again," she murmured without opening her eyes.
"Appreciating," I corrected, smiling at our recurring exchange.
She turned her head, golden eyes meeting mine with lazy warmth. "Swim with me?"
The water was cooler than expected, drawing a sharp gasp from Lola as waves lapped around her calves, then her thighs. I followed her in, my body adjusting quickly to the temperature. She moved deeper with surprising confidence for someone raised in the landlocked northern district of the Royal City.