Alora
Dimitri storms into the room, his eyes blazing red, his chest heaving while every inch of him radiates a blinding fury. His gaze locks onto us like a predator spotting its prey.
“WHAT—” His voice cuts through the haze of heat, sharp and commanding. Then he stops, as if the sight of me half draped across Bane’s hips steals the very words right from his throat.
Bane stiffens behind me for a split second before he relaxes again. I can feel his lips curling into a smug, taunting smirk at the vampire currently shooting daggers with his eyes. Bane presses his lips against the shell of my ear. A low growl emanates from his chest— a warning to the vampire that is possessive and utterly feral.
“Don’t worry, Princess,” he growls. “He isn't going to stop me. Not when you are so clearly enjo
