Lilith's POV
A sharp, burning liquid flooded my throat, and I tried to pull away, but Jarek's tongue surged back, relentless, forcing me to swallow.
My eyes widened, locked on his gleaming wolfish gaze--unyielding, commanding, leaving no room for defiance.
I didn't dare resist.
Trembling, I gulped down the fiery liquor as his rough palm cradled the back of my head, his tongue delving deeper, claiming every inch of my throat.
The liquid spilled from the corner of my lips, and with a low chuckle, he leaned down, licking it away before crashing into me with another kiss, stealing my breath entirely.
Dax hadn't pulled out, standing motionless, his presence a taut, icy pressure. His gaze felt like a bowstring stretched to its limit, ready to snap.
Jarek, unfazed, flashed a feral grin
