The Lycan's Rejected Mate
she breathed, my name a prayer on her lips.
I looked up at her, my eyes burning with an intensity I couldn't contain. "I told you. Everything about you is perfect."
My hands went to the button of her trousers, undoing it with a flick of my wrist. I slid them down her legs, along with her smallclothes, until she stood before me, completely bare, bathed in the soft light of the room. She was magnificent. A goddess carved from moonlight and resilience. Her body was a symphony of soft curves and lean muscle, and the fire in her eyes had burned away the last of her doubt.