Chapter 72 Healing The Mate

• Kylie watched as her Max returned to her wearing nothing but a pair of baggy pants. She was taken aback by the fact that he had really discovered a pair of pants in the woods, but she reasoned that werewolves were likely to plan ahead for such matters. He towered over her and was likely approximately 6 feet 3 inches tall. He exuded power and masculinity in equal measure. Her attention was instantly pulled to the well-defined abdominal muscles and chest muscles that he possessed, and she had an overwhelming need to run her hands and tongue over every inch of his body. Kylie became red in the face as she realised the path her thoughts were taking. He was not the first werewolf she had met; in fact, she had grown up with werewolves, but none of them had ever made her feel this way.
• When Max made his way closer to his mate, he turned to look at her and saw that she was deep in contemplation. He took advantage of the chance to learn as much as he could about her. She stood at about 5 feet 6 inches tall but was by no means short for a lady. Her brown hair was long and wavy, and he couldn't resist the urge to run his hands through it. She had an hourglass body. Max had to fight the urge to groan out loud as she bit her bottom lip while she was thinking because she was so cute. Before he started demanding that she divulge every thought that passed through her mind, he decided to get to the task at hand, which was changing her tyre, because he was envious and wondered what she had been thinking about that caused her to get that sexy intense expression on her face. He then got to work on the task at hand.
• "Remove the trunk's lid. Grab the jack and the spare tyre."