"For a guy you sure have a lot of sprays," Riley commented with a raised brow.

Kyle nearly choked on air at the sight of his mate's flawless body. He bit his lip, trying his best to hold back his wolf that wanted nothing more than to ravish his mate.

"I brought you breakfast," he said as he swallowed heavily.

"Thanks champ," Riley said casually as she sprayed herself and began applying moisturiser on her arms then her legs.

Champ? Kyle was a bit just by the nickname, did she think of him nothing more than a guy you could go to when you're in trouble?

With a heavy sigh...