Fenrir’s POV
“Look at me,” I demanded, my tone dropping into a dangerously sweet, lethal register that promised absolute devastation. “See the man you created. See how completely desperate you’ve made me. Feel what you do to your Warlord.”
I reached down, my large hands wrapping securely around her delicate wrists. I pulled her palms down to the heavy, pulsing ridge of my erection, which was still tightly, agonizingly restricted beneath my thick leather trousers. I forced her hands to mold over the sheer, staggering extent of my desire, letting her feel the way I was throbbing and weeping pre-come through the fabric.
Lyra gasped softly, her lips parting as her eyes widened at the immense, unyielding size of what was waiting for her. Her fingers curled instinctively around my length, squ
