Violet reached out tentatively, her hand slowly tracing the smooth tendons of his neck and down to his broad chest. Her eyes feasted on the tattoo of the dragon that stretched over those glorious muscles, the stunning black ink spanning his shoulders and trailing down his back.
She had no idea why he had chosen a dragon, but a funny thought crossed her mind. With a body like this, he really should have been a dragon shifter, not a wolf.
Nonetheless, she loved him exactly the way he was.
Violet's fingers brushed over his nipple, relishing the sharp catch of his breath. She smirked, her eyes gleaming with all the wicked things she could do to the big boy standing before her.
Griffin caught that look and laughed, low and amused. "Wicked princess."
Violet's smirk deepened. "You haven't even tasted a scrap of the wicked ideas in my head yet , my beast."
To prove her thoughts, Violet leaned in and took his nipple into her mouth.
