SKYE AND NAURU

“You know. This is our wedding night.” Nauru complained, staring at his bride who was swinging a sharp blade in just her underclothes and corset, painting an erotic image that his body appreciated most ardently.

The woman’s eyes flashed angrily at him but she sent him a smirk and flipped her hair behind her shoulders.

”Are you scared I’m going to beat you?” She asked in a sing-song voice.

“Oh, I know you’re going to beat me.” He told her. “You’re a Lycan.”

“You should have thought about that before challenging me.”

He didn’t exactly challenge her but he didn’t want to point that out to his...