KATHERINE POV
Every nerve in my body was fire.
Hator was purring—no, growling—in the back of my mind. She wasn’t tame anymore. She was unchained. Her claws scraped against the inside of my skull, demanding. Desperate.
“Take them. Let them take us.” She didn’t want softness. She wanted to be marked, to bear their bite.
To burn them back.
She wanted the world to bleed with the proof that we belonged to them. That they belonged to us.
Each orgasm only stoked the fire higher. It didn’t satisfy. It starved me.
Kingsley was moving inside me again, thick and deep and sure. There was no pain. Just molten pressure, the kind that folded thought into instinct. That unraveled me. And when he came—hot, heavy, endless—I cried out, like I was the one being broken open and remade. Again.
And st
