TAVRIC
When the princess shivers under my touch, Ryker purrs, jumps, and immediately tries to seize the reins.
"Not now, big man," I muse darkly, straining every muscle to leash him.
But my control is a paper shield against the wildfire in my blood, and utterly powerless against the ache below my belt. My body is already responding to the magnetic heat of my mate with zero regard for my dignity.
I know the exact second she notices.
But instead of backing away—and I would have let her run, would have stepped back and let her escape so I could beat down this swarming need in private—she looks down.
She stares at the distance my arousal has put between us. Then, her mouth parting just a fraction, she looks up at me with those wide blue eyes, now swirling with dangerous flecks of gold.
