CAINE
I shouldn't be here.
Not like this, ogling my mate when she's still weak and exhausted.
But I'm weak to the temptation wrapped in her skin, to the overwhelming scent of blueberry muffins in this space, and to the indecent fantasies taking up most of my thoughts.
Jack-Eye said he learned a new trick, Fenris reminds me.
I hadn't paid much attention at the time, and now I regret it. I'll have to ask Jack-Eye for more details. The thought of asking him for details of his sex life is… not appealing.
But he'd mentioned one crucial point: it didn't require touching.
My eyes darken as I curse the me of yesterday, too impatient to deal with Jack-Eye's perverted ramblings while I worried about bringing my frail mate back to the pack she'd escaped.
Against my better judgment, my hand reaches out. The pathetic square of cloth peels away from its clinging embrace, baring the whole of her breasts to my view.
Satisfaction rumbles in my chest, and her nipples tighten in the humid air.
