CHAPTER EIGHT

Rayne's POV Alpha Gilbert stood before me in all his manly glory. Not even for a while did I imagine seeing him this way. Sure he did look good even in clothes, but being dressed does nothing to compliment the view before me. I've never had a taste of man. However, I've seen countless butt naked men but none of them came close to what Gilbert portrayed in nude form. "Like what you see, slave?" Alpha Gilbert asked but all I could do was stare wide-eyed at him. I opened my mouth to speak but it felt patched and so dry. I gulped down my saliva. Gilbert moved closer to me taking one step at a time, his eyes looking at me like I was the first food he is seeing in ages. He traced his index finger on the outline of my face and a cold shiver ran down my spine—probably the effect of the cold water on his body. He used his finger to shift the hair on my shoulders and leaned closer to me. He licked the sensitive part of my ear and I couldn't fight the moan that came out of my mouth. My eyes clo