Wyatt Yardley felt the warmth of the soft body in his arms, a warmth that seeped through his scales into his skin.
The tumult inside him instantly calmed down.
But the heat of the mating season hadn't completely dissipated, still lingering in every part of his body.
His nose was filled with the faint fragrance of Seraphina Caldwell.
His snake tail unconsciously rubbed against her arm.
When he touched her delicate and smooth skin, the softness made his heart tremble violently.
He instinctively tightened his embrace, holding her more securely in his arms.
He never imagined that she would actually agree to let him sleep close to her.
During his long wandering life, female Beastfolk mostly avoided him.
They would either show fearful eyes or turn around and flee immediately.
He was even more surprised that she wasn't afraid of his beast form.
In his past understanding, females disliked snake Beastfolk.
They had cold-blooded bodies, lacked warmth, and moved silently.
