Kian Sterling chuckled softly and tightened his arms around her, his fingers drawing suggestive circles around her waist. "Then tonight... should I be a bit more diligent too?"
Luna's face instantly flushed red. She slapped his restless hand away, "Dry your hair first."
Kian suddenly laughed under his breath and hooked her waistband gently with his fingertip, giving it a soft tug.
As her beast skin skirt fell to the floor, he suddenly pinned her onto the animal hide mat, his ten fluffy white fox tails fanning out beneath them into a soft bed. "No worries, it'll be dry in no time."
"You..."
Luna was just about to speak when her lips were quickly sealed, every inch of her filled with the scent of this old fox.
Outside the hut.
Suddenly, Malachi Arcanus's sour voice floated over: "Damn it, sly fox, you dug the cesspit today, don't you stink up our little Luna."
Inside the hut.
Kian Sterling froze for a moment, his ten fox tails sweeping by in a rather dangerous way.
