Moon-Bound Omega Part 2
“Get your hands off her, you Nighthowl bastard!” The lead Silverfang warrior lunged forward, sword raised.
Kael roared, yanking Elara tighter against his chest. His knot pulsed deep inside her, locking them together. Every tiny movement sent sparks of overwhelming pleasure through her core. She bit her lip hard to stop from moaning in front of the enemy warriors.
“Touch her and die,” Kael snarled. One arm banded around her waist while his free hand drew the massive blade from his back. “She is mine.”
Elara’s mind spun. Slick still dripped down her thighs. “Kael, please. Pull out. They will kill us both.”
“Impossible, little omega. Knot is set.” His voice dropped to a possessive growl only she could hear. “And you feel too f*****g good to stop.”
Three warriors
