The thick, humid steam rolling off the jagged cavern walls was the only evidence of my absolute undoing. I lay tangled in the heavy fur cloak on the dusty stone floor, my breath shallow and erratic as the overwhelming heat of my climax slowly receded from my blood. My deep-toned skin was flushed, slick with sweat and the evidence of the Lycan King's relentless claiming. I stared up at the impenetrable shadows of the cavern ceiling, my mind a fractured mosaic of pure physical pleasure and devastating terror. I had offered him my body in a calculated gamble, a desperate ploy to uncover a hidden flaw, a single point of vulnerability I could exploit to escape and return to Marcus. Instead, I had found an endless, terrifying abyss of raw power that had consumed my entire being without a moment
