Elena instantly sensed Ares's mental turbulence.
Once a female marks a male as her mate, she can immediately detect his mental state. Though Elena was still caught up in her passionate moment with Caelir, she couldn't ignore Ares.
She gently pushed away Caelir, who was still kissing her, and said breathlessly. "Something's wrong with Ares."
Caelir was completely consumed by lust, rock-hard and aching, pressing against Elena and grinding desperately, craving more.
Hearing her words, he stopped but still held her tight, refusing to let go.
"What's wrong?" His voice was husky with desire.
"He's having mental turbulence—he might lose control." Elena said, breaking free completely from Caelir's embrace.
She grabbed a coat, threw it over herself, and headed for the door.
