Along with the sound of bones popping, a low groan came from the spot the great beast blended into, but when he stepped back, a man of about 6’4”, ripped, gorgeous, tattooed, and naked, stood there. “Azta…” Wow. I blinked, unable to look away from the man’s physique. Warwick looked over at me, one brow cocked. I would pay for that later.
