Compilation Of Short Stories
Claire Lemaire the lycan king's forbidden cravingthe omega he rejected, the white wolf he cravesthe awakening of light magic chapter 5stolen by the beastly lycan king
Her calloused palm scraped against his impossibly smooth skin, her thumb tracing the lines of his knuckles.
“This is just skin on skin,” she said softly, her gaze locked on their joined hands. “Pressure. Temperature. Texture. That’s all. No transaction. Just… sensation.”
For Xaphan, it was a supernova. In his world, touch was always a prelude, a tool, a demand. This was just… being. The rough warmth of her skin was a symphony. The gentle pulse of blood beneath her wrist was a rhythm he wanted to learn. He closed his eyes, drowning in the mundane miracle of it.