Raiden’s POV
The scent hit me before I even fully crossed the threshold of the kinetic vault.
It was a thick, cloying cloud of vanilla, ozone, and the sharp, metallic tang of Nate’s recent release. But beneath it all, pulsing like a beacon in the dark, was the heavy, musk-sweet aroma of Callie’s climax.
It was a scent that made the dragon beneath my skin roar, my tattoos flashing a violent, warning red across my arms and neck.
I stood in the open doorway, my chest heaving from the adrenaline of facing down an Obsidian Emissary who smelled like ancient graves and stale smoke. My claws were still partially extended, my fangs aching to sink into something, anything, that dared to threaten what was mine.
I stopped dead, my golden-brown eyes tracking the scene with predatory precision.
Na
