33 The Old Gods

The strong light and heat woke Hope, and when she opened her eyes, her gaze fell on the perfect body next to her. Drake slept on his back, his head slightly tilted toward her, smiling seductively. The woman would have wanted to know what he was dreaming about.

Her gaze descended over his bare chest, then over his flat abdomen, which showed only the edges of a few squares. Hope sighed at the view of his naked tall, slender figure. At the base of the abdomen, the pelvic bones formed a V, almost like an arrow pointing to the most important place. Unfortunately, that place was covered by the edge of the sheet, but the shape of the thing she was looking for looked pretty good even so.

Hope was about to pull the sheet lightly toward her without waking him when she heard his husky voice. "What are you doing, my little toy? Do you want to take a closer look at your master?"