She whispered for another thin vine, her aim, the retreating affinity Lycan woman, but Ryanne interrupted by wrapping his arms around her waist. Her concentration was lost, causing the thin vine to fall weightless on the ground near her feet.
Fighting in his hold, she was very uncomfortable, especially with his hot breath tickling her ears.
“Do not do anything else to harm the babe, my Queen.”
Hearing his whisper of caution, Angelique growled in displeasure.
"Let me go!"
To enforce such action, she smacked her elbow into his stomach. And she did not stop there. Using his groan of pain to her advantage, she banged her head against his face.
A definite c***k enveloped the air. That indicated she had done considerable damage to his person.
Quickly pulling herself away from his warm
