Would you like it if I tended your hair?” Rhaego’s gaze widened. “You…you don’t have to do that.” “Would you like it?” Aurora pressed, hands lifting in preparation. He swallowed, a sense of longing seeping into his expression as he peered at her fingers. “Yes.” Aurora grinned. “Then turn around.” Slowly, he did as she asked, but his muscles remained tense. Let’s see if we can fix that, she mused, raking her fingers across his scalp between his horns. A moan rattling with a purr poured out of him. The sound sent hot throbbing directly to her core.
