She huffed out a breath. “I’m even working out again. I like being in shape.”

In shape… yeah… that’s what she was.

“Why the silent treatment, Sky? Cat got your dragon tongue?” He could hear that she had stopped moving. Then she gasped.

Torrent lifted his gaze and looked straight into the eye of the storm.

“You,” she pushed out, putting her hands on her hips. “About freaking time wouldn’t you say?”

Torrent couldn’t respond because his tongue was currently stuck to the roof of his mouth. He might never be able to get it unstuck.

Beneath all of that grime and mud was a beautiful female with high cheekbones and delicate feature. Her lips were like rubies, her cheeks were flushed. Her eyes were as blue as the deepest ocean. Her breasts… lord help him.

Torrent couldn’t help but growl softly as he eyeballed the fuck out of her. Such big, plump mammary glands on such a tiny wisp of a female. How was it even possible?

She crossed her arms over her chest, blocking his view. “Eyes up here, asshole. You men are all the bloody same.”

He made a groaning, growling noise. It ended on a soft whine. He sounded like a human pet. A dog. He sounded just like a begging dog. Next thing, he’d wag his tail and start drooling. Except it wouldn’t be a tail he would wag. Oh no! There was another far more interesting thing that wanted to wag. Woof! Woof!

This female was tiny. She was scrawny. Sticks for arms. It didn’t change anything. She was fucking exquisite. Beneath all that dirt was a treasure.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” She cupped her mammary glands with her hands. Although he couldn’t see her pink nipples outlined through the t-shirt anymore, the way she held her breasts accentuated them even further.

“You should put on more clothes if you don’t want me to look.” His voice was gruff. The statement was utter bullshit. As a shifter, nudity was not a big deal. He’d seen every dragon shifter female across the the four kingdoms naked. He’d seen many human women naked. Whether she was clothed or not should not have been of any consequence.

She pursed her lips. Lips he had sampled. Delicious, succulent, decadent. He could think of a hundred more such terms to describe them. Candy narrowed her eyes on him. “First off, I wasn’t expecting you and secondly, no one bothered to supply me with under garments. It’s not my fault I’m not wearing a bra, you asshole.”

“You gave me permission to enter and I entered.”

“I didn’t know it was you. How the hell was I supposed to know that? Turn around. Do it now.” She widened her eyes.

Torrent frowned. It should bug him that she was throwing commands at him. It didn’t.