The following morning, Ronan was disturbed by an unfamiliar scent lingering in the cave. It wasn't the aroma of arousal from Vivian, but rather something more flowery and woody.
The Lycan Alpha's brows drew together tautly. He was determined to investigate the foreign scent, but with Vivian comfortable in his arms and clinging to him for warmth, he could hardly find the heart to disturb her peace.
She lay there curled up with her shawl wrapped securely around her body, burrowed into his strong arms and tucked tightly against his chest.
Cute. Ronan thought, a smile forming on his lips as he observed her harmonious expression and the steady rise and fall of her chest.
The Lycan Alpha had yet to fathom the intimate moment that happened between them the previous night. He never imagined his Lycan half would be so daring enough to touch Vivian and pleasure her in the way she desired.
