Imagine taking care of Beta’s wound after he gets stabbed. While he’d normally do it himself, the fall left him incredibly sore. Going to your favorite place by the river, you’d notice him struggling against stiff muscles.
Shyly, you’d gain his attention, “I can help...if you want.” With a grunt, he’d sit back--his way of consenting. As you approach, you wouldn’t be able to resist ogling his bared chest. Lord, he was all solid strength and stubborn lethality. The man was a mountain. Unmovable. Unbreakable.
Studying your reaction, he’d feel a jolt of pleasure at the obvious way your cheeks heated with desire.















