Chapter 63
Kael thrashed in our bed.
Sweat slicked his chest, his scar pulsing red and gold like molten ore. Each beat of it sent tremors through our bond hunger, raw and unbearable, gnawing at the edges of my mind.
He growled low in his throat, half-wolf, half-man, his claws gripping the sheets until they shredded.
“Ardyn” His voice broke, guttural. “I can’t gods, I can’t hold it”
I pressed my hand to his chest, over the scar. Heat scorched my palm, searing flesh.
Through the bond, I felt it his desperate, starving need.
Not for food.
Not for blood.
For me.
For my fire.
For my womb.
His hands shot up, seizing my wrists, dragging me down against him. His lips bruised mine, hungry, feverish. His teeth scraped, not in desire but in desperation, a predator cornered by its own body
