Currently Frost was firmly held at the arm by Khione, her large muscular figure pressing tightly against his own as though declaring him as her bounty.
He had a clear view of her bountiful breasts and the deep valley that lay in between. That in addition to the smell of her perfume the sensation of her soft skin against his own and the feelings of possessiveness she displayed Frost found his wolfy intentions being stoked.
A rising heat appeared in his gaze as he looked directly at Khione from her beautiful face, piercing eyes, dominating muscles to her sensual curves, a heat that grew so strong that his slumbering dragon threatened to rise.
Khione who had instinctually brought herself next to Frost and tightly gripped him like a treasure was gradually brought out of her stupor by that gaze of his.
