Caspian

We’d been soaking in the bath for an hour, and all the while I was fighting off the sheer lust roaring inside my wolf’s mind. Morpheus was desperate for us to mate after two weeks of nothing.

Now, Lulu was sitting on the edge of the bed in a silk nightgown that had slipped off one shoulder, while I stood behind her holding the hairdryer. Warm air blew gently, ruffling her long, golden-blonde hair.

I ran my fingers through her hair as it began to dry. It felt ridiculously soft ...