Nico
Fiona was a sweaty, shivering mess in my arms, but it fed every dark desire in me. Her pheromones were making me her f*****g slave, and I just wanted to see her and make her c*m over and over again. One orgasm and it wasn’t over. Her heat was just beginning, and it would be a long day and night. Maybe even several days.
Canon’s pain pulsed through our bond. He wanted to be here. I could feel the strength he was feeding from us, the strength he needed to stay away, and it was making Knox and me even weaker. Weaker for her.
As Fiona lay limp in my arms, Knox slowly put her feet back down. One look at him, and I could tell that he was drunk on her. Drunk on her smell and her taste. Drunk on her essence.
It didn’t take long before Fiona started moaning again, and I carried her to the
