HANNAH

“What the hell is happening to me with this male?!”

“Lycan prince, lie back on your cloak,” I asked, my voice coming out more commanding than usual.

I tried to sound calm. I mean, I’ve always been a confident woman! But something about him made me nervous.

“Just call me Magnus,” he corrected me again, and I nodded in uncomfortable silence.

I looked away a little when I saw him take off the ripped cloak and then his shirt to lay them on the cave floor.

Goddess, this male was handcrafted, damn his genetics.

He was so hot, with bulging muscles perfectly cut in all the right places.

Huge, broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

The pants hugged his ass in the sexiest way, and I never thought reddish hair falling down a man’s back would get my attention so much.

His pale skin was more golden on the shoulders from the sun; it was obvious he worked out and hunted.

He lay down, exposing the front of his body.

My shameless eyes couldn’t help but glance at the hard bulge in his groin, and my