Chapter 93

Hudson's POV Her bra and panties were soaked through. Not good to leave them on when she was this cold. Christina shivered when Hudson reached for her bra clasp, but he kept his voice steady, close to her ear. "It's me, Christina. You're safe now." Her breathing hitched, then she went still, allowing him to continue. As he unhooked her bra, Hudson couldn't help noticing her perfect breasts. His mind flashed back to their night together—her soft skin under his hands, her breathy moans in his ear. "You're not some virgin high school boy," Lycaon teased inside his head. "Shut up," Hudson growled internally, his face remaining impassive. "You're being too careful with her," his wolf pressed. "She's your fated mate, for Moon's sake." Hudson gritted his teeth, fighting against the arousal building as he carefully dried her skin. "One more word and you can forget about running in the forest this weekend." "Petty," Lycaon sniffed before retreating to the back of his mind. Hudson looked around