Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

Even though Ka’Cit had cut the meat into even smaller pieces, she’d still had a hard time getting them down.

It tasted good though, so the feat wasn’t a hard one to endure.

When she was done, she’d hopped back on the bed and begun to braid her hair.

She’d left it out for too long and the shower had shrunken the strands. Some of them were knotted so she had to take her time and finger-comb them out.

It had taken forever but it had stopped her from going insane just waiting.

Now, her eyes blinked open but she didn’t move.

She’d fallen asleep after doing her hair, it seemed.

Movement caught her still-sleepy gaze and she focused on it.

She wasn’t alone anymore and her heart thumped in her chest when she realized he’d returned.

There, across from her and behind the transparent barrier of the shower room, Ka’Cit was washing himself.

His back was turned to her and the water sluiced through his hair and down his body in long rivulets.

Her gaze followed the stream of fluid before it landed on his taut ass. His tail hung low, flicking lazily and the thought that she should look away came into her head.

But she remained frozen, unable to stop looking at his perfection.

He was even more well-built than she’d realized.

As he washed himself, the muscles in his back flexed, catching her attention.

It was like he was carved by a master sculptor and she couldn’t pull her eyes away.

Her gaze fell back down his body, landing on his tail once more as his last few words to her resurfaced in her memory.

‘He’d said he had to leave before he did something she’d regret.’

Now what had he meant by that?

His tail was lying limp now and it brushed against the barrier with each movement that he took.

She watched it sway as she repeated the words in her head.

…something she’d regret.

For the life of her, she couldn’t understand why that would be the case.

Her gaze rose just as he spun around and her breath hitched in her nose.

The water played across the muscles in his chest as it ran down his body toward his very thick, very hard, cock.

It was heavy and thick, hanging between his legs like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Nia’s eyes widened as she caught sight of it and her gaze flew to his.

Thank God his eyes were closed or he would have caught her staring.

He obviously thought she was still asleep.

She should look away.