Luna's lips curved up slightly as she thought to herself: So Rhys really is next door. As expected, he never lets me down.
She deliberately softened her voice, teasing playfully, "Corbin, be gentle. Don't tear my underwear again."
Corbin froze mid-movement. Hearing her words, he let out a low, hoarse chuckle. "Tear it? Even better—saves the trouble."
As he spoke, he gripped her with a bit more force. In a split second, the beast skin skirt, her underwear—everything—was shredded into pieces, torn rags scattered to the side.
He suddenly realized that this ripping sensation was fantastic, giving him a weird rush of excitement.
Luna instantly felt chilly all over. Looking down and seeing nothing left, her face flushed crimson.
God, this wolf man really is outrageously rough.
But… why did she kind of like it, what the hell?
"Click click, look at those pecs, those abs, those v-lines—seriously, your body is out of this world."
