Chapter Fifty Three

HECTOR

“Alone, your highness,” Sarah whispered airily, tilting her head to the side

The woman at the door was still looking at me, expecting an answer.

Nola folded her hands over her buxom chest and I sighed, unable to believe it had come to this so soon. I’d caught the brunette watching me from across the stone castle, ducking behind the thick fold of curtains just as my gaze fastened on her doe-eyed expression.

This close, I’d come this close to kissing the green-eyed imp from the wolf village. The very attractive green-eyed imp.

I could smell the musk of her feminine heat from down the passageway going to her room. That was how down bad I was apparently.

What the hell is wrong with you Hector? I was behaving like a bull in heat, charging up to the maiden's room to claim her like that.

I just couldn't seem to get that scene with me and Nola on that pale horse out of my head! The feel of her nipples on my back, and the heat that had traveled through my hardened shaft.

I didn't want