Werewolf Department
I couldn't keep my gaze from wandering across his body, looking each and every curve and line. However, what caught my curiosity was his wolf mark, which every wolf has.
His arm had an exquisite artwork on it that I wanted to touch. It looked great with his tanned complexion and golden hair. He was like a Roman Sex God, and I'd gladly "pray" to him any day.
"Eva," I said as I gazed up at Will's face, but my gaze wandered down his powerful physique, ultimately settling on his abs.
God! They don't even deserve to be called abs." They're more like a diamond washboard, which I'm tempted to use to wash my clothing! Someone brings me the Downy!
His eyes darkened a few shades, his flesh so near to mine that the heat radiated between us.
He drew closer, his midnight blue crystal blue eyes warming me to my core. He wanted me as much as I desired him.
This was a fight of Alphas; who would win?
Game on, Mr. Sexy Piece of Ass.
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